As The Station Turns 6/24

 The Manager said she went by the liquor store this weekend to get beer for the game. As she was walking in an angry woman was walking out, she apologized for almost hitting the Manager with the door and then complained about the drunken idiot behind the register. If you read these on a regular basis you won't be surprised, it was the Doofus. The general consensus is that if you run a liquor store you shouldn't hire an alcoholic.

The supply truck usually shows up around 5 AM. Today it showed up at 1:30 PM so when I walked in there was stuff everywhere. I rushed to get into my drawer and then helped her put stuff away, in between customers. I don't mind, it killed the first two hours and I got free donuts because the bag was damaged.

About a month ago I bought a book of raffle tickets from the Late Guy to help fund a school trip. Today the Manager told me her granddaughter still had a book left over, so yes, I bought them. I don't care if I win, heck I don't need to take a private karate lesson, I just think kids should get to go on trips while they still appreciate the adventure of it all.

And I guess the Crazy Lady got pissed at the Manager. When the Manager came in she discovered a bunch of stuff in the walk in cooler that should have been put in the freestanding coolers so she started hauling it out and stocking. Good, the Crazy Lady knows what it's like to have someone imply that you don't do anything. Also I gave the Graveyard Shift fair warning that the Boss isn't happy with what they are or aren't doing. 

And then the rains rolled in, which turned into a hail storm, which resulted in a lot of people parking under the canopy to protect their paint job. The jokes on them, the storm was heading East and so were they. They were going to run into it again in about thirty miles. Also enough hail build up on the roof to block the drains so the water was pouring off the back of the building, and right down the back door, causing a minor flood. I had to put out the Caution Wet Floor signs for most of the day.

During the storm a group of guys came in, bought sandwiches and chips, and drinks and then hung out by the microwave eating. And left a mess. I also spotted one of them drinking a cup of coffee that they didn't let me know about and didn't pay for. However later the guy who had originally paid for the sandwiches came back to buy some chips, and paid for the coffee, he didn't know he had but he did.

Because of the storm it got really dark so I turned on the canopy lights. The Weekend Guy was working a full shift across the street and didn't turn on his lights, so the place looked closed. I don't care, more customers at the Truck Stop, the better it looks for me.

The Pot Shop guy dropped by to get some snacks. However he got caught in the rain and was stuck there until the next break. At least he didn't bring his dog, it is not well behaved.

A truck driver came in and was worried that she saw the start of a tornado. I assured her that there is zero history of tornados striking here, I didn't say that one wiped out a place called Hoxie's Corner about 5 miles down the road, around 70 years ago, she didn't need to know that. She asked if she could hang out and I said sure, so she went and hid in the restroom. Eventually she came out, after a long conversation with her husband, and the third round of hail was over. She had reached her maximum hours so she was going to park for a while and I figured by the time she left the storms would have passed and she'd feel better about being on the road.

I looked out and a woman was teaching her kids how to splash in puddles. Rock On Mom, kids should get to have messy fun.

After the storm cleared I wanted to do the trash, in case the rain came back. However an old couple came in and I knew they were going to go very very slowly. And I was right. I got the ice done and the restrooms cleaned before they finished looking through the hats. After they bought their stuff I got the outside trashes done before they pulled off the lot. And I beat the next rush, which didn't show up until I mopped up all the mud, but the floor wasn't dry yet so I had to do it a second time.

One of my last customers was a guy dressed like a cowboy, I'm pretty sure he wasn't a cowboy though. He bought a vape but from the way he was acting I'm pretty sure he was lit up. Hope he wasn't driving. 

A guy came in and prepaid, went out, started to drive off, put it in reverse and got his gas. Then he came back in because he left his phone in the restroom. I'm glad I'm not driving around him.

The Crazy Lady came in and was acting nice, I don't know what that was all about. I clocked out, went outside and the battery on the truck was dead. It's a standard so I tried to do a clutch pop, if you don't know what that is you put the vehicle in gear, push in the clutch, turn on the key and let it coast until it reaches a good speed, and then you pop the clutch. If done right the engine will fire up and run off the alternator. I coasted in reverse all the way to the outer curb and nothing. So I went back inside to let the Crazy Lady I was leaving the truck there overnight but she insisted on trying her fast jump. However when I turned on the key the battery was reading at around 3% so I told her I was going to jump start it tomorrow and walked home. On the way home I got to listen to the frogs out in the flooded field having an orgy, there is a video on Threads. 

And normally I write this blog in the morning but I'm doing it before I go to bed since tomorrow morning is going to be busy. I'm going to have to take the Jeep to the Truck Stop, jump start the truck, drive it home and then walk back and get the Jeep. Then come home, clean up and go to work. It's suppose to be sunny tomorrow so I'll bring my Bad Hawg. If the battery dies on it I can pedal.