Riley Park Hell Funnies (part 3)
Jan. 19th, 2005 08:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jamesqThis guy comes in to use the gas station's restroom. I point out the key to him and he leaves to do his business. Note that the key is chained to a foot long piece of steel. Every now and then we'd get someone who would look at the metal rod all offended and say "What, are you expecting me to walk off with the key". Yes, we are, that's why we chained it to a fucking pipe.
The door to the washroom was around the side of the building so you had to go outside to use it.
When he leaves, he doesn't come back into the store. Instead, I spot him crossing the lot on the way to the intersection to cross the street.
I lean out the door and yell "Hey buddy, I need the key back". He doesn't hear me. "HEY YOU" I bellow. He doesn't turn, and now he's crossing the street towards the train station. If he gets on the train, the key is gone.
I only had one other guy on the lot, and he was filling his tire with air, so I didn't need to watch him. I quickly lock the front door (it was a weekend and I was the only one there) and head out after him.
I catch up to him, on the train platform. He's wearing headphones and bopping along to something, which explains why my naturally loud and booming voice didn't get his attention earlier.
I walked back to the store shaking my head. As promised, the key was behind the tire of the school bus. If I were to guess, I'd say narcotics were responsible.
The door to the washroom was around the side of the building so you had to go outside to use it.
When he leaves, he doesn't come back into the store. Instead, I spot him crossing the lot on the way to the intersection to cross the street.
I lean out the door and yell "Hey buddy, I need the key back". He doesn't hear me. "HEY YOU" I bellow. He doesn't turn, and now he's crossing the street towards the train station. If he gets on the train, the key is gone.
I only had one other guy on the lot, and he was filling his tire with air, so I didn't need to watch him. I quickly lock the front door (it was a weekend and I was the only one there) and head out after him.
I catch up to him, on the train platform. He's wearing headphones and bopping along to something, which explains why my naturally loud and booming voice didn't get his attention earlier.
"Forgetting something pal?", I ask.He looks up at me with a dull, cow-like stare. He doesn't seem to recognize me.
"The washroom key - give it to me."He continued to stare at me with a look that said he honestly didn't understand what the fuss was all about - didn't everyone leave there keys underneath random school buses?
"Oh that. I was in a hurry to catch my train so I left it behind the left rear tire of that school bus in the Safeway parking lot - I figured that would be an obvious place for it."
"Good thinking", I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Next time you want to use someone's washroom, bring the key back instead of hiding it in a different businesses parking lot."
I walked back to the store shaking my head. As promised, the key was behind the tire of the school bus. If I were to guess, I'd say narcotics were responsible.
