A Real Scare

By the time Katie and I arrived at work we were already a little giddy because it was movie night and we were so excited that Sunday was finally here. That might explain the frequent bouts of laughter that took control of us throughout the shift.


Katie worked really hard on organizing our movie eats in the backroom. Early in the evening she accused me and Stacy of taking up all of the available space getting our plates filled with food, leaving her with no room to load up her own tray. (Whatever!) So every time the store was void of customers, she disappeared and I quickly realized that she was sneaking into the backroom and sampling all of the treats, especially the Little Smokies she had simmering in a crock pot.


Lots of barbs all night and a lot of laughing and more weird customers than the norm. We about died after the fourth unbelievably obnoxious couple. (Yes, they came in pairs this time.)


Here is the incident where things almost took a nasty turn. This guy hands Katie his purchase. I was standing by the register. Katie rattles off this really fast - two at $1.50, one at $2.00, no, I mean two at $2.00 and two at $3.50 and one at $.50. I got the first thing rung up but the rest just whizzed by me. I guess I couldn’t process all those similar sounding numbers that fast and I told her to slow down. She really slowed it down and we started to laugh. Hysterical laughter, not being able to breath laughter, doubling over laughter, completely out of control laughter. The customer gave us the stink eye and we could see that he was not amused. I handed Katie the register receipt and She tells him the total. Then he says to Katie, "Could you check that?" That is when I really lost it and almost peed my pants. I guess he didn’t think I could ring up his huge fifteen dollar purchase and laugh at the same time.

This is the scary part. When I say I almost wet my pants I mean I really almost wet my pants.


The guy we were helping was already thoroughly disgusted with us so I can't imagine the situation getting worse but it almost did! Anyway, that thought was scarier than any movie I could have watched.


P.S. I don’t think rambunctious laughter is good for a bad back.