Downtowntillman
Well-Known Member
It's 130 on the morning on a Monday. Nobody in sight. No cars for a good min. I pack my bowl, step outside to take a few tokes. I'm into the middle of the 3rd hit and a car pulls up. I keep a cig lit. Just in case so when I blow out, there's smoke. Well I inhale my cig stash my pipe in my pocket and head in. This huge guy (by the way, he was covered in blood) and his little.. Say 5 year old walk in. I hear the dad say. Tell him what you said! And that's what the kid says. I asked him. Did he use the word cheefing? He just laughed and said yea. As they are walking around I noticed the blood. On his shaved head and his red shirt with some jeans tucked into some blood soaked boots. I hear the kid, can't see him from the isles. Can we get some beer. He was walking to the counter by then. I looked at him and said, we can't sell on Sundays! He just gives me this look. Sad even a 5yr old understands ignorance. Oh yea his explanation for the blood was he owned a deer processing company. No more questions from me. I've already seen way to much working here.
