
i thought it would be a work night without headaches, but instead i found myself looking for ibuprofen. i didn’t end up taking any, because i don’t do drugs. i’m just surrounded by them every day, so it makes it a little tempting.
just as i was about to go to my lunch break, some balding guy was trying to make photos from a disc at one of our kiosks. he seemed to be having trouble, so i went to help him after i got off the phone, helping another customer locate aviator sunglasses. that customer reminded me of hurley from tv’s lost, and i can imagine he needed those sunglasses while filming in hawaii.
anyway, i got to the balding guy and asked him what was wrong with his disc, since his photos weren’t loading into the machine. he said nothing (yeah, right. they always say that), and we waited for something (anything) to happen. i got impatient, since i really wanted to go eat my italian b.m.t. subway sub. i decided to restart the kiosk machine so that i could recover his disc and tell him to go back from whence he came.
restarting didn’t work. several restarts later, i only had one option: remove the disc drive and remove the bald guy’s disc. so i did it and got his disc out and it was a dvd-r. i told him he couldn’t use it and he left.
then some punk kids were creating a ruckus in the parking lot, so i called the cops and told them there were punk kids drinking out in the parking lot. i checked the parking lot five minutes later and the punks were gone. i’m so old.



