Then this fat butterball looking cacette waddles out and yells out “OH MY GOD IS THAT REEFER???! IM GETTING THE MANAGER!!!”
As the manager is walking out, the b/treh throws the joint by my feet and starts prancing off into the parking lot…the cac manager comes outside, does one of those loud animated sniffs and says, “is that Reggie in a grape swisher???”
Sees it by my foot, asked me to leave, called the Salvation Army and told them I was no longer works come at his store
The hiring manager lady fired me on the spot
Guess it’s back to the block