Talk about your prize in the crackerjack box. →[More:]
Early in the day, we had a guy so loaded on god knows what that he was listing dangerously forward in the midst of a loud argument with my supervisor. He apparently was told to come in on Friday. He came in today. "It's
almost Friday," he explained. If you're working backwards, I suppose. I was helping a female customer less than a foot away and I had to bodily stand between them to keep this numbnuts from passing out on her. He finally vamoosed upon being threatened with being bodily thrown out.
Later, while I was at lunch, my co-worker Eric was unloading a box of books and at the bottom was a spiffy
crackpipe! The customer denied it was hers. Sure thing. We displayed it in a place of honor by the computer terminal for the afternoon.
Ya gotta love this city. Also, here's a
really tiny Obaba fan.