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[QUOTE="xmikex:665515"]1. When I used to bag for Stop and Shop I made the fatal mistake of doing my job well. I bagged fast, talked little, and never complained about doing carriages no matter what the weather was like. You'd think something like that would amount to a little respect, but all that it means is you get your breaks last, you go home the latest, and you're the first one they come looking for when there's a job no one else wants to do. Whatever, egg spills, blueberry smears, olive oil, who gives a shit I'd clean it. It was to the point where the managers didn't even bother saying please anymore. Then one day some anonymous flea bag old man hershey squirted his way the length of 2 or 3 checkouts and into the front end bathroom. This guy made off like a diamond thief, and left a stench a shit trail and a monster mess in the bathroom. I knew it was a shit tsunami without even walking in there because for the first time in Stop and Shop history the kid running the front end asked me if I "please... wouldn't mind... cleaning up the bathroom. " I looked over and saw the brown landing strip that the guy had decorated the front of the store with. I sighed, sucked it up, and trudged over to the bathroom. I only looked inside for a minute. What I saw however, can only be described as a Jackson Pollock mural painted exclusively in 10 shades of brown. This guy's asshole must have been able to give the sprinklers at Pebble Beach a run for their money. It was abominable. I walked back to the kid running the front end. He didn't know what to say, so I told him "It's not happening." He tried to sum up the nerve to order me to do it, but he knew he couldn't. "It's not happening, and there's no way you can make me, and you know it." He hung his head, and said yeah I know. 15 minutes later I hear the wails of some dumb wigger kid who bagged groceries there. He'd been fucking off for the last hour or so, and had no idea what had been going on. He had gotten roped into de-turding the place, and had no way to get himself out of it. Interesting side note: his uncle is a millionare. 2. One of the first nights I ever hung out with girlfriend we ate at Qdoba on Comm ave right before it closed around 11:00. About 15 minutes later, in the middle of an intersection, with no fast food place, gas station, public restroom, or anything to even squat beind my queso burrito did what it did best inside my stomach. I won't bore you with the details, but I'll say this. My girlfriend, and I have been going out for 2+ years now. Those 2 years were about 30 seconds/10 yards/and 1 BU Campus center bathroom away from never happening. I ask you... What kind of girl would have dated a guy who shit himself in the middle of Comm Ave on their second date? [/QUOTE]
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