April 14, 2013

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April 14, 2013:  At the Little Shop of Pastries in Ft. Lauderdale, the bakers were having a slow morning.  Not as many customers as usual, but it was spring break, and most people were on vacation, so it was to be expected.  Robby had just arrived to work and it was his turn to man the cash register. For the second time in less than thirty minutes, he had dozed off. His boss came in, and slapped him for the second time in less than thirty minutes in order to wake him up.  His boss explained that he could go home now because he was going to give them the day off.

“You got it, boss.  Let me just go get my jacket from the back room.”

The boss nodded in affirmation, and set about cleaning up the spots where Robby had drooled while sleeping.  After a few minutes he wondered what was taking Robby so long, and went back to check if the man had hurt himself. He was walking through the storage room, when suddenly Robby jumped down from a shelf, and hit his boss in the head with a bag of flour, knocking him out.  He loaded his boss into the oven, but it was quite a tight fit. He turned it on, and as he walked out of the room, he fell forward, cracked his head open on a shelf, and died.

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