So it begins. 10:00 I get to work. Well, it was more like 9:43ish, but still. Anyways. Get there. Things were stocked 'cause I had made sure they were the night before, so it was easy to open stuff up. Everythings going good, and L.R. (the guy that opens with me) gets there on time. I get him to pouring some dressings for me while I do some pre-parring (ask me later if you don't know what that is and want to). 10:30 rolls around and we open. The first salad order is a taco salad. Don't get me wrong, I like taco salad, but I just hate having to make 'em. So I says to James, I says, "You know it's going to be a bad day when the first thing you have to make is a taco salad." Little did I know, I was right. Sense we had opened and orders were starting to come in, I start to put away some stuff into the fridge and the cooler. Well, I walk back to the cooler and find L.R. sitting on the bottom shelf outside of the cooler hunched over. I ask him if he's ok and he doesn't do anything but kinda slide into the floor ever so slowly. ((Skipping some details)) We get him out front were he passes out again. They end up calling an ambulense and they come to get him and stuff. The medic dudes stay for flippin' ever; and apparently L.R.'s parents came 'cause they wanted to talk to James for some undisclosed reason. (keep in mind that the store is open to the public and people are coming the whole time.) Well, in the end the amblience leaves, L.R. leaves with his parents, and James leaves. What was wrong with L.R. you may ask? The managers didn't want us to talk about it, but rumor had it that he had been smoking him some pot and poppin' some pills before he came to work. What an idiot. Well, the moral of the story is, don't do drugs. Stay cool, chums.
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~~master skipper
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