My nights working at a busy petrol station were short but not sweet... It taught me about the sociable and unsociable behaviours .... I would start my shift 11 pm and would be in what I thought was a safe built proof shield from that time up until 1 pm I would have to contend with drunken teenagers no manners at all gangs of them causing what ever mischief they could... It would die down to allow the zombie nation to appear ... The strangest people will walk these hours only by 3 pm to be frightened off by the taxi drives my saviours ... They would be allowed into the shop grab something to eat clean their cab quick chat before the forecourt would be empty again ... I knew by 6 am the papers would be sorted and Id have to venture out with them ... As well as the heavy breathing on the phone every 10 minutes .. I would have the customer that thought it was ok to threaten to rape or kill me because I wouldnt give them free petrol... By 6 pm came the working people grumpy impolite ... By 7 pm my shift was over ... I left after a bulit went through the window ... Happy days
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 05:33:54 +0000
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