Eventful weekend at work. Sorta.

First of all, work needs to fix their music situation. I don't mind a day here and there without music and I really don't mind when they start doing stupid things like their Olivia Newton-John promotion years (and years) ago* but after awhile things get very, very dull without a song to hum in my head. Also, my head keeps playing the same fifteen seconds of Blank Space over and over. No, brain. Bad.

But that's not really the point of all this. Nope, Friday was pretty eventful at work. Around 2:30 in the morning, D asked if I could watch the front while she flew away. I agreed and then laughed to myself when a friend of hers managed to distract her from her running away. They wandered down the Hallmark aisle and I heard people outside, so I stayed behind the register.
It didn't take long to realize they were arguing (one woman, one man) and I couldn't tell what they were fighting about but they weren't even the first couple to fight that night so I didn't think much of it.
I should have.


They never came in and again, it's not like that's unusual. If you're fighting before you even walk through the door, half the time you don't bother going in.

I look up a few minutes later and see some dude running into the nicer of the two gas stations, and I do mean literally running. Huh, I think. That's not something you see every day. Also? That can't be good.
Maybe a minute later, cops start pulling up. And not just the two you usually get on any random traffic stop, nope. I mean they're flooding the place. I wander closer to the front door and debate going outside because I'm a little twitchy about watching outside after that whole drive-by at the sketchy gas station a few years ago.

Still, curiosity is a cruel mistress and I obey her command. I hit the front door and make it maybe one foot outside and then see something I honestly never thought I'd see at work and hope to never see again.

There, with no explanation of any kind, is a large puddle of blood less than five feet from the door. Just... a puddle of blood.

For a second I honestly thought I was hallucinating, especially when people came in, walking right by it and NO ONE SAID ANYTHING.

I call out to D because I'm still clinging to the hope that I'm imagining things. She comes up front and looks out and asks, "Is that blood?"

Sooooo... we call over the temporary shift lead who, btw, hasn't worked a night shift in quite awhile. I ring up three guys in all this and still not a single one of them comments on the blood they had to side-step just to get in the door. WTF.

Anyway, the cops follow the blood back to us and we find out that the couple arguing? Yeah, she stabbed him and he ran across the highway to the gas station.

We then spent the next three or so hours being effectively closed since they taped off the parking lot.

And naturally nothing has appeared on the news at all.

Headache and people mean the rest of the story will have to wait, but basically everyone is treating it like a joke and I'm like "uh, maybe you're fine with me standing less than 15 feet away from someone being stabbed but I kind of have a problem with that."



*- Fun fact: if you want to gauge how long someone has worked at Walgreens, ask them their thoughts on Olivia Newton-John. If they worked through the Grace and Gratitude year, they will flinch. No exceptions. Even the people who like(d) her will give you The Look. Some idiot decided to play the same two songs off the album every fifteen minutes. Like clockwork, one of the two songs would play and then the other would fifteen minutes later. I timed it. After awhile we had to duck outside because it is actually torture hearing the same songs over and over when you didn't choose to listen to them in the first place.