It only takes three hours and 1400 pieces of dollar store merchandise for Jason to complete his story of copulating with the cashier from California on the night shift who claimed to have once been a stewardess. I say copulating because I also pretend to have several academic degrees while unloading the truck with Jason slinging down wooden shelves and cases of cranberry juice screaming from the interior of the truck about her fat ass. We take a 15 minute break, hit the liquor store, and pound PBRs in his car in the parking lot before going back in to finish the shift. Three weeks later he thinks he got her pregnant. I am applying for college. The truck is smaller and smaller. It was good there for a while.
Alone and Not Alone