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crackheads make the night more fun.
Nov. 13th, 2005 10:39 am Chore boy, tire gauges, and death threats. Why wouldn't I want to work at Walgreens?
See, Mr. Crackhead came back into the store and apparently this is what happened. Kathleen was upfront, Mad Madam H was in pharmacy with a customer, and Felicity & I were on the Christmas aisle. Seems he stood there and Kathleen came to ask us where H was. We told her and she went up front to page her. I wandered to see why and saw Crackhead. I motioned for Felicity to come see and when a couple of minutes passed with no H, I went back to pharmacy to get her [he's not supposed to be in the store since Kathleen friggin' grabbed him and he spent a month in jail for cig stealing and other fun things] and she hurried upfront. Where he was still just standing there. He sees H and turns to Kathleen and barks, "Why'd you have to go and call her?" Over and over as H tells him to get out or she's calling the cops. He's pissed by now and he walks out the door and H tells Kathleen to call the cops. Kathleen stands there and then turns away from the phone and seems to start going back to what she was doing despite the fact that Crackhead is seething mad and outside and yelling at her. H realizes this and goes around to call them herself. As she's doing this and I'm thinking, "Great, give him a bigger headstart" he knocks the display outside over. It hits a customer who was going outside at the time and she yells at him and he's still yelling.
The police eventually appear, but by the time they do, the gas station across the street [for those paying attention in near stalker-levels, it was the one to the left, not across the highway] was swarming with cars and it was chaos. So the cop walks across the street and people flee like the place is on fire. Fab. He comes back over and another cop pulls up and they ask what happened. The story is told. A third cop arrives and again the story is told.
They go off to the woods to see if Crackhead is there. While we wait outside, I'm told how exactly to fashion a crackpipe from ordinary store items. ...From the customer who once spent thirty minutes shrieking "Cunt!" about one of the pharmacy managers.
Go on. Be jealous.
Yes, they caught him. Wheeee, fun.
See, Mr. Crackhead came back into the store and apparently this is what happened. Kathleen was upfront, Mad Madam H was in pharmacy with a customer, and Felicity & I were on the Christmas aisle. Seems he stood there and Kathleen came to ask us where H was. We told her and she went up front to page her. I wandered to see why and saw Crackhead. I motioned for Felicity to come see and when a couple of minutes passed with no H, I went back to pharmacy to get her [he's not supposed to be in the store since Kathleen friggin' grabbed him and he spent a month in jail for cig stealing and other fun things] and she hurried upfront. Where he was still just standing there. He sees H and turns to Kathleen and barks, "Why'd you have to go and call her?" Over and over as H tells him to get out or she's calling the cops. He's pissed by now and he walks out the door and H tells Kathleen to call the cops. Kathleen stands there and then turns away from the phone and seems to start going back to what she was doing despite the fact that Crackhead is seething mad and outside and yelling at her. H realizes this and goes around to call them herself. As she's doing this and I'm thinking, "Great, give him a bigger headstart" he knocks the display outside over. It hits a customer who was going outside at the time and she yells at him and he's still yelling.
The police eventually appear, but by the time they do, the gas station across the street [for those paying attention in near stalker-levels, it was the one to the left, not across the highway] was swarming with cars and it was chaos. So the cop walks across the street and people flee like the place is on fire. Fab. He comes back over and another cop pulls up and they ask what happened. The story is told. A third cop arrives and again the story is told.
They go off to the woods to see if Crackhead is there. While we wait outside, I'm told how exactly to fashion a crackpipe from ordinary store items. ...From the customer who once spent thirty minutes shrieking "Cunt!" about one of the pharmacy managers.
Go on. Be jealous.
Yes, they caught him. Wheeee, fun.
