A Ray of Sunshine for Minimum Wagers

Just three minutes ago, Jess and I brought some cheer to an otherwise gloomy existence. The bag boy (a job I have had to do a few times) was having trouble separating a bag to put our eggs into. Tonight is a very special night at Jessica’s house: it’s the night we are going to make a lasagna pan full of brownies and then devour it. We are very excited for this proposition and are not in the mood to wait.

“Let’s go, Zack Attack,” Jess said to him, “We want you to bring the THUND-DAH!”

You may think we were being insensitive, as Jess employed her motivational Texan accent and I danced from foot to foot whimpering about my chocolate intake, but we assure you fair reader that we have had our share of shitty jobs. Nothing made us smile more than wacky customers.

Our only regret is that we didn’t party-boy him mercilessly. we love brownies too much.

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