I might have posted this before....
One of my duties while running the little store at scout camp was to make sure those damn vending machines were stocked up for the night. Usually, Wednesday nights were pretty slow, with the campfire/OA (Order of the Arrow--it's *supposed* to be an honorary scouting group, but usually is just a popularity contest) ceremony. As everyone is down there, I usually leave the festivities early, and head back to the store to get things ready. There's usually a run on pop and snacks after one of those things. Because I tend to get dirty while rearranging things, I'll take off my "regulation" scout uniform, and work in a camp T-shirt and shorts. We only have to wear regs during the evening flag ceremony and on parents' night. Otherwise, the boss doesn't care, as long as it's "scouting related." Usually, I have about 3 hours to play with--I'll crank up some tunes and get my work done. Usually, I don't have any problems.
This wasn't one of those nights. Not only did the sink behind the store counter spring a small leak, but that damn pretzel machine was having issues. I fixed things the best I could, and then went outside to restock the machines. Er, that was the plan, anyway.
Like most nights, I had the pop machine's door open, and was merrily tossing cans into the racks...when one fell out of the 6-pack plastic thingie. It wouldn't have been a big deal if it hit the ground--free pop for me--but it didn't. You know that big spike that helps hold the machine's door shut?
Yep, it hit that. Instant shower Pop sprayed all over the place--the sidewalk, the store windows, under the machine, all over me, etc. Good thing I'd removed my uniform...otherwise that would have been trashed, and I'd had a hard time cleaning it--the staff washing machine had blown up earlier in the week, and I'd been written up if I was a mess.
At least I was able to clean up the mess before the evening rush...
One of my duties while running the little store at scout camp was to make sure those damn vending machines were stocked up for the night. Usually, Wednesday nights were pretty slow, with the campfire/OA (Order of the Arrow--it's *supposed* to be an honorary scouting group, but usually is just a popularity contest) ceremony. As everyone is down there, I usually leave the festivities early, and head back to the store to get things ready. There's usually a run on pop and snacks after one of those things. Because I tend to get dirty while rearranging things, I'll take off my "regulation" scout uniform, and work in a camp T-shirt and shorts. We only have to wear regs during the evening flag ceremony and on parents' night. Otherwise, the boss doesn't care, as long as it's "scouting related." Usually, I have about 3 hours to play with--I'll crank up some tunes and get my work done. Usually, I don't have any problems.
This wasn't one of those nights. Not only did the sink behind the store counter spring a small leak, but that damn pretzel machine was having issues. I fixed things the best I could, and then went outside to restock the machines. Er, that was the plan, anyway.
Like most nights, I had the pop machine's door open, and was merrily tossing cans into the racks...when one fell out of the 6-pack plastic thingie. It wouldn't have been a big deal if it hit the ground--free pop for me--but it didn't. You know that big spike that helps hold the machine's door shut?
Yep, it hit that. Instant shower Pop sprayed all over the place--the sidewalk, the store windows, under the machine, all over me, etc. Good thing I'd removed my uniform...otherwise that would have been trashed, and I'd had a hard time cleaning it--the staff washing machine had blown up earlier in the week, and I'd been written up if I was a mess.
At least I was able to clean up the mess before the evening rush...
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