We are closing up Saturday night and most everyone has left. Except for three ladies who came in 15 minutes before closing and were taking their dear sweet time. Doors are locked, most lights are off, covers pulled over the appropriate sections.
They pulled back the covers on the ice cream bin to grab ice cream. They stood and debated about whether they had everything. They just sauntered around oblivious to the obvious death stares coming from the counters.
One of the ladies approaches us and asks if the deli counter is closed. Yes, we say, the deli workers have gone home. She then tells us that we won't need to slice anything, they just need some sausages.
Whiskey! Tango! Foxtrot! We are closed, the deli is closed, get a clue. I think the deafening silence that followed her remark is what prompted her friends to quickly finish shopping and leave.
They pulled back the covers on the ice cream bin to grab ice cream. They stood and debated about whether they had everything. They just sauntered around oblivious to the obvious death stares coming from the counters.
One of the ladies approaches us and asks if the deli counter is closed. Yes, we say, the deli workers have gone home. She then tells us that we won't need to slice anything, they just need some sausages.
Whiskey! Tango! Foxtrot! We are closed, the deli is closed, get a clue. I think the deafening silence that followed her remark is what prompted her friends to quickly finish shopping and leave.
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