so i got a little side job working at a liquor store.
inventory, stocking, customer service, etc...nothing to sweat.
the pay is wack so i told the owner that i'll take free drinks while working as compensation as well.
he said as long as i'm sober enough to work it's cool.
one day this square walks in and picks up some cheap charcoal filtered vodka in a plastic jug.
he drops it on the counter with his whole chest like "Yeah, this is all me!"
i say "You really want this?"
him:
fukk you mean, this is mad drink right here.
me:
start ringing him out and this DIME comes in.
she makes a bee line for the vodka section and then i get back to the customer.
i bag his shyt up like
when the dime pops back up. turns out she is with the lame.

she asks what he bought so he takes out the plastic container and she's like
dime: I told you not to buy that cheap shyt!
lame: We gonna be good, don't worry.
so they leave and a few days later the dime shows up alone and gets some GOOD vodka.
i mention that the guy she was here with last time had terrible taste in vodka and she laughed and
said he has terrible taste in everything.
next week the lame shows up.
lame: what up, just gonna get this here vodka.
me: same shyt you got last time?
lame:
lames phone: rings
lame: yeah, i'm getting the vodka right now.
me:
lame: *tries to hang up*
me: *aggressively daps up his phone hand*
lame phone: *still on call*
me knowing dime is on: yo, i know you wanna talk about nudie mags but hand jobs around the corner...
lame:
dime:
me:
inventory, stocking, customer service, etc...nothing to sweat.
the pay is wack so i told the owner that i'll take free drinks while working as compensation as well.
he said as long as i'm sober enough to work it's cool.
one day this square walks in and picks up some cheap charcoal filtered vodka in a plastic jug.
he drops it on the counter with his whole chest like "Yeah, this is all me!"
i say "You really want this?"
him:

me:

start ringing him out and this DIME comes in.
she makes a bee line for the vodka section and then i get back to the customer.
i bag his shyt up like


she asks what he bought so he takes out the plastic container and she's like

dime: I told you not to buy that cheap shyt!
lame: We gonna be good, don't worry.
so they leave and a few days later the dime shows up alone and gets some GOOD vodka.
i mention that the guy she was here with last time had terrible taste in vodka and she laughed and
said he has terrible taste in everything.
next week the lame shows up.
lame: what up, just gonna get this here vodka.
me: same shyt you got last time?

lame:

lames phone: rings
lame: yeah, i'm getting the vodka right now.
me:

lame: *tries to hang up*
me: *aggressively daps up his phone hand*
lame phone: *still on call*
me knowing dime is on: yo, i know you wanna talk about nudie mags but hand jobs around the corner...
lame:

dime:

me:
