I worked at a gas station, graveyard shift for ~ a year while going to school back in 2012. It’d usually only be me and this one shorty who was around my age who’d work that shift. She was cute & sweet but pretty shy so she usually preferred to be in the back doing the nightly baking and cooking. So she’d only be at the register really during the beginning of our shift when it still was pretty busy, when I’d go on break and towards the end of our shift when all the early bird working folks would come in.
Well one night, we both got scheduled to work and it was NYE.
Both of us were obviously tight having to work that night because it’s NYE and we wanted to party. So we weren’t in the mood for any ****ery. Shift is going smooth until I go on my break. I’m in the back chilling ******* up a free corn dog (free because we’d always make extras of stuff and just not account for them on the nightly stat sheet
) while she’s watching the register and some young Hispanic dude pulls up.
In the back where we break, was behind those glass containers where gas stations hold hot foods like burgers, sandwiches, taquitos, etc. It’s glass so you can be back there in the cut & people watch w/o anyone seeing you unless they pull up to get hot food and really look back there.
I notice dude is right there talking to her for a minute and figured she knew him from her body language and dudes were known to go in there frequently to flirt with her. At some point, I get up to get a refill of some of that free, 0 Cal sweet peach tea
and I see dude is bleeding crazy from his hands.
I’m like, “Yo. Are you ok, man?”
Breh slowly turns to me and just dogs the **** out of me. No words.
At this point I still think he’s a friend of hers or something so I’m just looking back at him waiting to respond like
.
Nothing.
Internally I’m like “Ooookkkk. Whatever. You don’t want help, fine. But this dude is spilling blood on the floor and I’m going to have to clean that ****
.” Breh then turns to shorty & says something along the lines of “Wtf is his problem” to my co-worker like I wasn’t RIGHT there.
I hit a
and tell myself, “Ok. Idc who he is to her, either this dude gets out of here or I’m
calling 5-0.”
Before I even have a chance to say or do anything, three cops walk thru the motion sensor sliding doors all slow-like.
He was drunk with his back towards them so he wasn’t even aware of what was coming. *banderas.gif*
One on each side & one up the middle. They approach him on some Night King with his walker generals swag and as soon as they tried to tell him something and he reacted with the slightest belligerence, they tackled his *** to the ground.
I’m right there
My co-worker
He’s on the floor squealing like a drunk little piggy and there’s just right there ******* his **** up.
Apparently my coworker didn’t even know the guy and was just talking to him because he started a convo with her and she was too sweet to tell him to keep it moving. Cops came because he was in the 7-11 across the street and they had called the cops on him because he was acting a fool over there and told them which way they saw him walking towards.
As he sat in the back of the car parked right by the front and the cops were getting my coworker’s side of the story, I was looking out of the window at him like
.
only time I ever was eager when I was employed with AT&T and Verizon.
