Today I was wandering around in Walgreens, killing time while waiting for the pharmacy to fill my prescription, and got to witness this shining moment of awesomeness:
The lone cashier on duty is a young guy, maybe 19 or so, who very obviously does not want to be at work. There's a line of ten or twelve people waiting, and the guy is standing at the register, but instead of working, he's just talking on his cell phone, conducting a personal and very trivial conversation.
In through the door comes a biker. A big biker. A really big biker. I am 6'3" and weigh about 220 lbs. This guy could have rested his chin on my head, and his arms were about as big as my chest. He was huuuuuuuuuge! He was covered in tattoos, had a shaved head, a big long beard, and some facial scars that must have quite a story behind them. In other words, a very scary looking individual. This guy could chase bears out of the woods!
Big scary biker walks to the back of the line to talk to what I presume was his wife/girlfriend. He asks her what's taking so long.( Even his voice was scary! Think Clint Eastwood crossed with Barry White.) His lady points at the cashier.
Biker watches the cashier for a few moments, then hulks up to the front of the line. He reads the cashier's name tag, then very gently plucks the cell phone out of the cashier's hand, puts it up to his face and, in his scary voice says "Hi! Tim's working right now. He'll call you back when he's on break." He hands Tim his phone, step off to the side, and Tim, with a very white face and a new-found enthusiasm for his job, begins checking out customers at the speed of light.
The lone cashier on duty is a young guy, maybe 19 or so, who very obviously does not want to be at work. There's a line of ten or twelve people waiting, and the guy is standing at the register, but instead of working, he's just talking on his cell phone, conducting a personal and very trivial conversation.
In through the door comes a biker. A big biker. A really big biker. I am 6'3" and weigh about 220 lbs. This guy could have rested his chin on my head, and his arms were about as big as my chest. He was huuuuuuuuuge! He was covered in tattoos, had a shaved head, a big long beard, and some facial scars that must have quite a story behind them. In other words, a very scary looking individual. This guy could chase bears out of the woods!
Big scary biker walks to the back of the line to talk to what I presume was his wife/girlfriend. He asks her what's taking so long.( Even his voice was scary! Think Clint Eastwood crossed with Barry White.) His lady points at the cashier.
Biker watches the cashier for a few moments, then hulks up to the front of the line. He reads the cashier's name tag, then very gently plucks the cell phone out of the cashier's hand, puts it up to his face and, in his scary voice says "Hi! Tim's working right now. He'll call you back when he's on break." He hands Tim his phone, step off to the side, and Tim, with a very white face and a new-found enthusiasm for his job, begins checking out customers at the speed of light.
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