[ TT ] [ RF ] You 've got 20 minutes left on your shift , and the manager asks you to clean the bathroom .

( This story is based on real events from where I work. Names, places, and times of events and those events themselves have been changed and exaggerated for my privacy, job security, and your entertainment. ) 
 
 Everyone has that feeling at the end of the day when they are about to go home. For most people, this means that they are able to rejoice, drive home, grab a beer or light up a joint and chill for the rest of the night. For me, it means either my manager is going to ask me to do something that did n't get done earlier in my shift because we where busy or do some type of odd job. It was only this manager though, the rest would just let me chill at the register and fill up smokes on the racks for third shift. And this night was going to be with that manager. 
 
 So here I was, stocking cigarettes onto the racks when my manager Alison comes over. Now, if I had to choose one word to describe Alison, I would use the word bitch. She was a bitch in every sense of the word. If you ran low on change in the register, you would have to ask a million times until she came up, mostly because she was too busy playing Clash of Clans on her fucking phone. God I hate this bitch. 
 
 Anyway, Alison comes over and tells me that Moe is going to be reliving me on the register so I can take care of a task before I get out for the night. Instead of just telling me where to go, she gives me an option. 
 
 `` You can either restock the entire cold box before you get out, or you can clean the bathrooms. What would you rather do?'' 
 
 For those who never worked in a convenience store, the cold box refers to the shelves of soda, milk, and energy drinks we have in stock. Its connected to a giant fridge in the back and takes well over 20 minutes to fill up. I could probably knock out the bathrooms if they are n't too bad in 20 minutes though. I elect to do the bathrooms and Alison tries making a joke about how much time I spend in the bathroom at work. If she knew what was wrong with me she would probably eat her own tongue. 
 
 I say hi to Moe and make my way to the utilities closet. I open the door and I see that first shift never emptied the trashcan from when they cleaned the bathrooms earlier. Lazy bastards. The entire closet fucking reeks of menstrual blood and a bunch of other things that you ca n't describe with words. That is n't because I am a lazy writer by the way. I will spare you the finer details, but I have a damaged sense of smell, and because of that unless it is a really pungent smell I ca n't smell it. 
 
 I deal with the trash and went towards the Men's room. It would be cutting it a little tight but I should be able to get out of here. I walked into the Men's room and it is a freaking miracle. Besides having to wipe down the sink ( got ta love homeless guys shaving in the bathroom ) I did n't have to do anything else. Trudging along with my mop, bucket, and trashcan full of cleaning stuff, I enter the Women's room. It is here where I see a common problem that happens all around where I work, drug dealing. 
 
 See, I work in a town known as Harrisgrove. Harrisgrove has a nice street it in called High Street, where most of the businesses and anything cool or safe about this town are located. The street goes East to West across Harrisgrove, with my store being on the East End. On the West End of High Street, you hit the local community college, and past that you have a nice park funded by White Suburbia in Lower Harrisgrove. From there it leads to another road which takes you to the highway. On the East End, you find a lot of things, including racial diversity, low income housing, fast food, a hospital, police, crime, and a church, which in my opinion the only thing that is preventing Harrisgrove from becoming a gulf coast version of Compton. 
 
 So there I was, nervously holding my mop, staring at two triad wannabes in the Women's room in the middle of a drug deal. And this is n't something small like a eighth of weed, this is more hardcore stuff. I am talking like a brick of cocaine in one guy's hand and a plastic bag full of money in the other guy's hand. This is when the guy with the coke starts to speak. 
 
 `` Hey, are n't you /u/SurfsOnLava?'' 
 
 Fuck fuck fuck fuck how the fuck does this guy know my name? Why the fuck does he recognize me. What the fuck is going on? All of these ideas where going through my head. I nodded and the coke guy started speaking again. 
 
 `` Yo long time no see bro, you recognize me right. Its Jay. We graduated from high school together. You bought weed off of my cousin Alex.'' 
 
 This is where I go from thinking `` fuck fuck fuck fuck'' to `` FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.'' Jay my friend Alex's cousin. Alex was n't just a friend of mine but also the guy I bought my weed from. I never talked with Jay too much but I did recognize him after he started talking with me. I knew his family was big into drug dealing, with Alex just dealing with weed, but I did n't know Jay was moving this much product. 
 
 Jay then took the money from the other guy and gave him the coke. I had no idea who this guy was but once he had the coke he hid it under his hoodie and walked out of the store, leaving me alone with Jay, who is holding a lot of cash in a plastic bag. I was staring at it, I had never seen that much money in my life. 
 
 `` Hey listen, you know and I know what just happened. Take this, and forget what you saw.'' 
 
 Jay then took out a wad from the bag and gave me a chunk of it before he walked out. I then went into a stall and started counting all of the cash. It came out to over $ 500. While I was in the stall, my manager came in looking for me. I bullshitted and answer saying that my stomach was acting up and that I had been in the bathroom since I finished the Men's room. She believed me and told me to put the stuff away and go home. 
 
 I stuffed the cash into my pocket, put the cleaning stuff back in the closet, clocked out, and got the hell out of there as fast as I can. I put the cash in my dresser once I got home, recounted it, and went to bed. 
 
 I went to gamestop and got a Xbox the next day. 
 
 
 

