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Trauma, not drama
Jul. 17th, 2004 02:13 amOkay, so I had the shit scared out of me tonight at work.
My closing buddy (who didn't quit by the way) had a table with a guy and a girl. She's doing some massive cleaning and just before she dumps the entire bus tub in the table she sees a pill bottle and turns it into the manager. Later in the evening, when there's only a handful of people there, the guy comes back for his pills. Turns out they were Loritabs, and he said half of them were missing.
I doubt my buddy stole them. If she'd taken them, she would've taken them all or said she didn't find them. :P Seriously, if anyone did take them, my money's on the closing manager. She acts like a bit of a pillhead. But this guy started yelling at my buddy, calling her a skanky bitch and saying she stole them and was promptly escorted out. We called the cops (who, naturally, couldn't do anything) and it turned out they knew who he was. Is anyone surprised he's a dealer? I thought not.
So we spent the last hour terrified he'd come back and every car that drove by after we closed made us jumpy and when I took her home we were watching to make sure no one was following us.
Oh, and an 8 top who was mad about the gratuity stole my pretty pens. >:(
SO -- how were your days?
My closing buddy (who didn't quit by the way) had a table with a guy and a girl. She's doing some massive cleaning and just before she dumps the entire bus tub in the table she sees a pill bottle and turns it into the manager. Later in the evening, when there's only a handful of people there, the guy comes back for his pills. Turns out they were Loritabs, and he said half of them were missing.
I doubt my buddy stole them. If she'd taken them, she would've taken them all or said she didn't find them. :P Seriously, if anyone did take them, my money's on the closing manager. She acts like a bit of a pillhead. But this guy started yelling at my buddy, calling her a skanky bitch and saying she stole them and was promptly escorted out. We called the cops (who, naturally, couldn't do anything) and it turned out they knew who he was. Is anyone surprised he's a dealer? I thought not.
So we spent the last hour terrified he'd come back and every car that drove by after we closed made us jumpy and when I took her home we were watching to make sure no one was following us.
Oh, and an 8 top who was mad about the gratuity stole my pretty pens. >:(
SO -- how were your days?
