Confessions of a...

Gas Station Attendant.

Well team, it's been a long time, but I'm back a the store for a little while now that I moved back to part time at the shelter. Tonight I set a store record in customer count and thought that deserved a lil post on the silly things I saw tonight.

Darboy has a town festival called "Chickenfest" (strangely named like other town festivals in the area -- Cheese Fest, Paper Fest, Water Fest, Testicle Festival, etc) and it happened this weekend. There's a parade and bands and chicken and beer and rides and LOTS and LOTS of people flocking to Darbonia to hang out.


Strange kid, as would be narrated by Morgan Freeman:

Hey kid, you're at that point in life where you have a full mustache but still are squeaking and cracking so you have no choice but to give the lady gas station attendant the silent treatment while you wait for her to ring up your two mountain dews (the elixir of life). Silent but proud, you turn your head to show off the glistening glimmer of your dirty blonde 14 year-old mustache, an act you have perfected over the last few hours you spent at the town festival trying to pick up babes, silently. Golden and godly in your black under armor shirt, khaki cargo pants and black church shoes, your future is wide open; it could go way of the babe warrior, brilliant and bodacious, or it could go way of wolf shirts and acne and too much BSG. No one knows, not even you as you sit there, gleaming. You, silent kid, are freakin' terrifying.


Creepiest thing I saw tonight:
Pink baby sock with pink hearts turned coin purse.

Happiest customer tonight:
30 year old guy buying a super jumbo $5.99 bag of popcorn. 2 pounds of pure bliss, bebe!


Strangest conversation I had tonight:
"Do I need to be concerned about that bruise on your arm?", asked a 60 year old, 6'4" crass man.
"What? No. I don't even know how I got it, it's just one that's lingering", I said.
"Well I think you're being beaten. Are you a battered woman?"
"Uh, no. Thanks for the concern, though." (I guess?)
"Okay. I still don't believe you. But have a good day."