spelling can kiss my arse

Last night was kind of creepy. It's been awhile since I worried while I was at work. And by worry, I mean had the desire to dial 91.. and wait a second to see if I'd need that last digit. There were these weird dudes who thought it'd be great to see if I'd chip in the extra buck so they could afford their condoms. "Come on, it's like 70 cents so we won't get pregnant! You can't say no!" and I eventually said, "Or you could just not have sex," which the overly drunk guy hassling me didn't catch, but I think his friend did cuz he smirked. On the other hand, maybe he was just smirking.

This was after a bunch of police cars screamed by and one of the nicer regulars popped back in to say that it seemed like the cops were searching for someone who possibly ripped someone off. Which wasn't fun.

After I got back from my break, I was told that these two guys on bikes were circling the store and when Mad Madam H went outside, the younger of the two said, "oh shit!" and they rode off, all suspicious like.

Naturally I nearly had a stroke when I saw dudes on bikes a half hour later. :p And then there were just people who gave me the creeps. You know how it goes.

Aaaaaaannnnnnnyway. Could someone please explain again why I bother with some people? No, honestly. I'm drawing a blank here.

Oh. Meant for this to show up yesterday, but ah well. Birthday in a month. Get cracking on the plans you are so obviously working on.