It's the same routine every night. I've done it so many times I can basically lock everything down to the very millisecond. Hell, maybe even the very nanosecond.
I see the same people almost every night. Not the same type of people, the same people. Almost all of them walk in extremely drunk. Some young, some happy, some cocky. Trying to impress their dates by poking fun at the person behind the register. It took some time getting used to. Back in the early days I had a lot of fight in me and would rage at the ones that were too big for their britches. But from the past several years I've simmered down. By now I can basically predict what they're going to say. Some nights I like to say it before it comes out of their mouth, give them a little spook. It gets them out quicker, but unfortunately doesn't keep them out forever. These people will always come back, not knowing that they will never escape this seemingly endless, pointless loop. There's nothing to do in this small town.
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Night Shift
General Fiction"It's the same routine every night. I've done it so many times I can basically lock everything down to the very millisecond. Hell, maybe even the very nanosecond. "
