Dear Asshats...
Dec. 2nd, 2005 11:44 pm...Thank you so much for throwing that smoke bomb into the shop. No, really. Working retail on Friday nights with all those kids and drunks is just so boring. Having the store fill with smelly, scary smoke while I'm all by myself - because the other guy's on his break out back - really gave my evening that extra buzz. And the running around opening doors and frantically waving huge sheets of cardboard to get rid of the damn smoke was great cardiovascular exercise. I'm not too sure about the effect the smoke had on my lungs though, but hey, swings and roundabouts, right?
Ta, everso,
Me
Ta, everso,
Me
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on 2005-12-03 12:05 am (UTC)It was more freaky than scary. I was alone behind the till, saw something tossed into the shop from the corner of my eye and with the smoke I figured it was someone's cigarette butt. And then I leaned over the counter and saw the billows of white coming from a small foil bomb shape and realised it wasn't. I dropped a box over it but by that time it had done its thing. Thankfully the smoke alarms didn't go off. That would have been fun.
The wierd thing is the smoke was almost mentholated. It wasn't a particularly bad smell just persistent and lingering. My lungs seem okay, I just coughed for a few minutes more from the 'OMG!Smoke! reaction more than anything. *g*
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on 2005-12-03 12:15 am (UTC)Want me to kill em off in a scene somehow? Just for you?
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on 2005-12-03 12:22 am (UTC)And heee! yes! The little shits went and trashed the Methodist church after they'd had their fun in Spar so they definitely deserve to have some vengeance rain down on their heads. *g*
It's a horde of teenage boys tanked up on cheap beer. make 'em suffer! Muahahahahah!
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on 2005-12-03 12:27 am (UTC)After all, little boys just burn for Typhoid's touch.
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on 2005-12-03 12:30 am (UTC)