Here’s to them underneath that burning sun do they know it’s Christmastime at all?

It’s still windy out there.

So I get into work yesterday afternoon. I pull into my usual spot, and realize I won’t be able to get out because of a snow drift. Long story short, I parked under the overhang. The acting manager neglected to tell us that if it gets really bad, we can leave. I found this out by sarcastically texting the general manager the photo above with Merry Christmas. That’s when he told us. We stayed until 15 minutes before closing. We hadn’t had a customer in 2 and a half hours.

Some idiots: (I think they have the thought – “if they’re open, it’s my duty to try and make it there to buy bullshit.”)

• The old guy that has a portable oxygen unit comes in complaining that you can’t see the highway. Total white out. I ask why he came in then. His answer: rice. The wife is making cabbage rolls.
• The woman in the sports car that came in for two cream soda dr peppers. 15 minutes later a regular comes in on a snowmobile, saying a sports car is in the ditch. Karma at its finest.
• High school kids. Because, why not? I get it. You’re bored. But come on y’all literally just got your license. you have no experience driving in white out conditions.

Thankfully pretty much all the regulars came in as they were getting off work. I shovelled a couple of times. I’m not looking forward to digging out here at the flat. Then I quickly have to pop over to the tiny grocery store for bacon for brunch tomorrow.

It’ll be a somewhat busy day off today. Shovelling, bacon, and making pancakes. Crystal will say, nah but we’ll make them. There’s no wrestling on this weekend. The WWE is on Christmas vacation. And all the live shows have aired, and some that were supposed to be live have been filmed and aired.

So let’s ingest some coffee, and wait for the sun to rise. Boom, Shaka Laka! Let’s gooo!