After I had ordered my Labor Day meal. You know, a burger and soda with some doritos on the side from Sheetz. They do make some damned fine burgers. Really.
Anyway, I was walking out with my purchase I saw a display of soda sitting in front of the building. And it took me back a few years, to one of those times in my life where I thought that my reaction could have been thought out just a little bit more.
I used to work for a retail chain in Michigan. I had just taken a position of "lesser responsibility" due to an unfortunate decision I had made. You know, one where you walk away and say to your self, "What the hell was I thinking?" I had asked the Manager of the store where I was working to go out back with me so that I could kick his butt. That was not a good decision on my part. Anyway, I got demoted and transferred to another store where there was an Assistant who thought he was all that.
And a bag of chips.
He wasn't. He was an ass.
Regardless, he decided that he was going to have the local Coke vendor build a large display of 12 pak soda in front of the building. This could work if you didn't put the 12 paks on their side, if you stacked them flat. They didn't do it that way. They stacked the 12 paks on their sides. And it rained.
Lots of moisture especially when the soda was stacked on the concrete, not on pallets. Concrete wicks moisture.
When cardboard gets wet it softens. We all know this. And it pulls away from the glue on the flaps.
I was coming in to work that the over night and saw the mess. A couple hundred broken open 12 paks of soda all over the concrete. The ass had to clean it up. He was not happy.
That made me happy.
It is funny how seeing something jogs your memory. Happens to me all of the time. Maybe it is because I am almost at the half century mark in age.
Namaste.
Monday, September 3, 2007
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I think about stuff like that too...
It pleases me.
The times, when we people get to smile about people who are "asses" that get their deserving moment.
Ciao bud.
Talley
PS. Sheetz burgers rock.
Sheetz gourmet burgers on pretzel bread. I had never even heard of pretzel bread until I came to Pennsylvania. I missed out for so many years.
Namaste.
Your head is big!
Mao: And you are ugly.
Namaste.
Phil! I found ya!
I can totally see how that gave you a smile. Sometimes it is the little things that bring back memories...
Hey Phil, thanks for stopping by my blog.
I've never heard of Sheetz burgers but I'm way down here in Atlanta. Y'all get the best bagels, pizza, phillysteak sandwiches, AND burgers? It hardly seems fair. Of course we have y'all beat on fried chicken, BBQ, Brunswick stew, turnip greens, fried green tomatos, sweet tea, red-eye gravy and Vidalia Onions.
Oh and grits. You CAN'T forget my beloved grits. And they are only to be eaten with butter, salt and pepper. No sugar. No self-respecting Southerner ever eats their grits with sugar.
Okay, you can keep your Sheetz burgers. I'd rather have grits. :-)
MP: Even better, after I left that company to start one of my own, the Ass got fired for messing around with the help. He was such a pig. That made me feel even better as he made so many stupid remarks when I was going through my divorce.
SS: The one thing I really miss having lived here in Pa for the past 10 years is Chicago style hot dogs, and pizza. There is a pizza shop in Kalamazoo, Mi called Bilbo's. They make the absolutely best pizza with whole wheat crust that you can ever have. And any place along the Lake Michigan coast can serve up some hellacious Chicago dogs. God I love food.
Except grits. They look like baby vomit.
Namaste.
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