Well, despite all the good things about this job, there are some unfortunate side effects as well. Yesterday, I was checking in checkstand 3. Right behind me, in checkstand 2, a customer was buying a large case of bottled beer. As he was lifting the case, to put it back into his cart, he dropped it sending glass flying, and beer splashing all over......me. I smelt retched. Absolutely disgusting! I went to the break room, grabbed lots of paper towels to dry me off somewhat, and then I clocked out and headed out the door.
Not only am I rather distracted both by my wet pants, the nasty smell, and the event itself, but I just wanted to get home as fast as I could. And obviously, fast was too fast for the cop around the corner less than 1/2 a mile from home.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!" I yelled, as I started pulling over, "How am I supposed to get out of this one?!"
"License and registration please." the stalky, police officer first asked, but he evidently smelt the beer very quickly because the "Have you been drinking tonight?" question popped out very quickly.
"No. No sir, I haven't. I promise. I can explain." He asked me to step out of the car. I did.
He listened, as I proceeded to explain the situation to him, shaking and stuttering. "I'll take a breathalyzer test too, if you want me!" I showed him my apron, my name tag, the store's phone number in my cell, anything to prove my innocence!
I'm sure he believed me. Would you?
Cause, you shouldn't. I pretty much made that whole story up---except for the part about the guy spilling beer all over me, getting soaked, and smelling nasty. Yeah, it was pretty gross.