Seeing crake and meth dealers laughing it up in the community park because they know the Royal Canadian Mounted Police are too busy with traffic control then corralling then up. Cheers!
I'm mainly a cashier, but I also work freight and whatever else my manager wants me to do. Some of the weirdos that come in give me a freaky serial killer vibe. There's one dude who just likes to hang around and watch me and the other girl stock shelves, we let the manager know when he comes in so he can keep an eye on him. I no longer take my breaks out in my car because I'm afraid I'll end up in some cretin's torture dungeon.
Going to a restaurant and finding a hair in my food that isn't mine. I'd done after that, won't touch anything else on my plate and will not accept another thing.
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