Wednesday, November 17, 2004 at 10:36 PM
Edited Wednesday, November 17, 2004 at 11:00 PM Why, just the other day, I was leaving my local Target store. While crossing the parking lot, I happened past a stockboy being chewed out by his manager. I believe said stockboy's name was Adam Glickman or something like that. Adam G., who was still wearing his nametag, allowed his pubescent, zit-inducing hormones to get the best of him, and implied that the child that MRS. Manager was carrying in utero may actually be HIS instead of the manager's. The manager didn't appreciate this bullshit story which was obviously designed to enrage, so he grabbed the stockboy up by his oh-so-chic Target smock, and violently shook him. I think he also smacked him up and boxed him around a little. In the process, the nametag flew off the smock and landed on the lot in the exact spot upon which my size 11 skecher was about to descend. When I arrived home and took off my shoes, I noticed on the sole of my right one the adhesive label from "stocky's" nametag which clearly said "Adam."
I decided to leave it there, so I now have Adam's name on my shoe.
Um.....I mean "No."
—Dusty TheHick |
