I have mentioned in a few posts about the disturbing things returned with peoples beer bottle/can returns to the beer store I work in.
Here is the story of my first encounter with a needle.
This homeless looking crack addict guy is strolling up to the store pushing a grocery cart of beer bottles.
Oh great, I think. Another one of societys finest.
He begins bringing in his cases, and placing them on the return roller.
I slowly slide these disgusting looking cases toward myself to see how many are in each case when I tilt the case towards myself.
What is that? I think.
Something has caught my eye inside one of the bottles.
I carefully place my fingers around the neck of the bottle and lift it out.
Imagine my horror when I see inside, several dirty, disgusting, used drug needles.
ME - About to kill
D - Druggie
ME - "What in the F*** is this?"
D - "What?"
ME - "You're bringing back needles in bottles? are you F***ing stupid? Take your empties and get the F** out of my store right this F***ing second."
D - "What? why ? they're not mine"
ME - " I don't give a S**t who they F** they belong to. YOU BROUGHT THEM IN HERE ! "
* I'm shouting quite forcefully at this point and the other 5 customers in the store look as frightened as kittens in a combine *
ME - " GET THE F*** OUT OF HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT, YOU PUT MY HEALTH AT RISK?! YOU THINK I WANT AIDS FROM YOUR DISGUSTING A** ??, IF YOU"RE NOT OUT OF HERE IN THE NEXT 5 SECONDS I WILL GRAB YOU BY THE THROAT AND DRAG YOU DOWN THE FRONT STEPS BY YOUR FACE !!!"
* I'm 6ft tall and 220, pretty big and intimadating at times, when I yell theres no doubt as to my seriousness *
Needless to say he left rather quickly and I've never seen him again. I told my boss everything I said and she backed me. The customers afterward were almost scared to death , inquiring as to what he did to send me off the edge.
Here is the story of my first encounter with a needle.
This homeless looking crack addict guy is strolling up to the store pushing a grocery cart of beer bottles.
Oh great, I think. Another one of societys finest.
He begins bringing in his cases, and placing them on the return roller.
I slowly slide these disgusting looking cases toward myself to see how many are in each case when I tilt the case towards myself.
What is that? I think.
Something has caught my eye inside one of the bottles.
I carefully place my fingers around the neck of the bottle and lift it out.
Imagine my horror when I see inside, several dirty, disgusting, used drug needles.
ME - About to kill
D - Druggie
ME - "What in the F*** is this?"
D - "What?"
ME - "You're bringing back needles in bottles? are you F***ing stupid? Take your empties and get the F** out of my store right this F***ing second."
D - "What? why ? they're not mine"
ME - " I don't give a S**t who they F** they belong to. YOU BROUGHT THEM IN HERE ! "
* I'm shouting quite forcefully at this point and the other 5 customers in the store look as frightened as kittens in a combine *
ME - " GET THE F*** OUT OF HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT, YOU PUT MY HEALTH AT RISK?! YOU THINK I WANT AIDS FROM YOUR DISGUSTING A** ??, IF YOU"RE NOT OUT OF HERE IN THE NEXT 5 SECONDS I WILL GRAB YOU BY THE THROAT AND DRAG YOU DOWN THE FRONT STEPS BY YOUR FACE !!!"
* I'm 6ft tall and 220, pretty big and intimadating at times, when I yell theres no doubt as to my seriousness *
Needless to say he left rather quickly and I've never seen him again. I told my boss everything I said and she backed me. The customers afterward were almost scared to death , inquiring as to what he did to send me off the edge.
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