Redneck moments at the store
Posted: December 1st, 2008, 10:13 am
Sometime ago I posted a picture of a baby in a carrier playing with an unopened pack of cigarettes. I took that pic in our store where a customer had walked over to the drink cooler or ice cream freezer to pick up something she wanted. Anway, this is the latest installment in Convenience Store Redneck Stories:
I went into the store last night and:
1. Police had a guy stopped outside the store, no lights blaring or anything. Two police cars, a black fellow, a large bag, and a short barreled shot leaning against the wall. I park right in front of them. But, the police were chatting quite nicely with the guy, so I figure they've got this under control, so I simply quietly walk by and go in. Cashier says she doesn't know what's up, the guy never came in with a gun or anything, but the police just pulled up -- lights on and all that -- and cornered the guy. A few minutes later, one policeman comes in and asks me if this guy can wait in our store for his ride. I said, "What about that gun I saw?" "We're taking possession of the gun. His ex-wife and he were in a car on the way to Cullman. They had an argument, she put him out here in your parking lot and then called us saying he was down here threatening people with a shotgun." "
"Oh," I said. "But, we've checked him out. He's fine. But, we've got his gun until his ride gets here if you'll let him stay."
"He's got 1 hour," I said. His ride showed up about 45 minutes later.
Always interesting.
2. An employee, 18, reveals to me: "My mom took me to a strip club for my 18th birthday."
Y'all, I almost split a gut. This man-child weighs about 350 pounds at 6'4" --- but he's only 18. You have to be 21 in Alabama to get in, that is, of course, evidently, unless you're MOMMA is bringing you inside. Then I guess it is okay. At least at one place.
So, Mr. Foxworthy, please note: "If you're momma takes you to a strip club for your 18th birthday ...." . You get it.
I went into the store last night and:
1. Police had a guy stopped outside the store, no lights blaring or anything. Two police cars, a black fellow, a large bag, and a short barreled shot leaning against the wall. I park right in front of them. But, the police were chatting quite nicely with the guy, so I figure they've got this under control, so I simply quietly walk by and go in. Cashier says she doesn't know what's up, the guy never came in with a gun or anything, but the police just pulled up -- lights on and all that -- and cornered the guy. A few minutes later, one policeman comes in and asks me if this guy can wait in our store for his ride. I said, "What about that gun I saw?" "We're taking possession of the gun. His ex-wife and he were in a car on the way to Cullman. They had an argument, she put him out here in your parking lot and then called us saying he was down here threatening people with a shotgun." "
"Oh," I said. "But, we've checked him out. He's fine. But, we've got his gun until his ride gets here if you'll let him stay."
"He's got 1 hour," I said. His ride showed up about 45 minutes later.
Always interesting.
2. An employee, 18, reveals to me: "My mom took me to a strip club for my 18th birthday."
Y'all, I almost split a gut. This man-child weighs about 350 pounds at 6'4" --- but he's only 18. You have to be 21 in Alabama to get in, that is, of course, evidently, unless you're MOMMA is bringing you inside. Then I guess it is okay. At least at one place.
So, Mr. Foxworthy, please note: "If you're momma takes you to a strip club for your 18th birthday ...." . You get it.
