| bronco67 |
06-14-2010 10:16 PM |
I remember when I was around 19 I worked the all night shift stocking shelves at a supermarket. We had a pretty tight crew. We worked hard, but sometimes we used the ovens in the deli to make our dinner, we smoked weed, we drank beer -- and even tripped on mushrooms sometimes.
There was this hillbilly kid from Kentucky, who made it his mission in life to sneak up on me while I stocked my aisle. He would spend 20 minutes like a ninja creeping behind empty boxes, just to jump out and scare the living shit out of me. One time he did it while I was stocking those little baby food jars, and the shit went flying all over the place. I made him clean up about 20 jars of broken Gerber that went all over the floor.
Kentucky's job was to stock the dog food section, after he did the caned vegetables. While he did that first aisle, I moved around some 25 pound bags of Alpo until I was able to get my whole body inside the shelf. My buddy helped cover the hole up, and covered in case Kentucky asked where I was. I waited in that shelf for 20 minutes until he finally arrived, then another 20 for him to make it to the spot where I was hiding. When he stuck his hand in there to arrange the bags, I grabbed that fucker's wrist -- and its the only time I ever heard a man scream like a bitch. It took him a while to recover from the scare, because he was tripping on acid at the time.
I laughed so fucking hard that my stomach was injured for a week, and I actually missed work for a couple days because of it.
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