I remember like it was yesterday, I was filling in for the nightcrew because one of our guys called in sick (seems like its a recurring theme in the world of retail grocery.) It was about 2:30 AM and my co-worker Matt wanted to take a cigarette break outside. I might as well join him to get a whiff of the fresh air. Do what guys do, talk about guy stuff like girls, bikes, and wrestling.
As we were heading out the doors we noticed a blue pickup truck with its engine running. Then we saw a couple loading our firewood which we put outside into their truck. “What in the hell!” Matt said angrily. I see Matt running towards the truck. I’m still in shock trying to figure out what I’m really seeing.
Matt jumps on the truck and immediately starts throwing the firewood back towards the store. The flabbergasted couple unable to realize who or what Matt was doing continued to load the truck while he was throwing the firewood off of it. “Paul you gonna stand there!?!?!?! he yelled. Still disillusioned my first instinct was to run towards Matt. As I got closer I can hear loud grunting sounds from Matt as he heaved each firewood. AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! RAWR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I leaped onto the truck and began to mimic Matt’s roaring grunts with each throw of firewood. By this point the couple jumped off the truck and watched us as we throw back the firewood towards the store. AHHHHHHH!!! ARRGHHHHHHHH! RAHHHHHHHHH!
“You guys are like those Iraq terrorist! You’re F#&# nuts!” the lady exclaimed. With our adrenaline rushing we probably toss about 40 blocks of firewood between us when the truck starts to move. The guy floors the car in an attempt to escape. Matt and I jump off as we hear the engine desperately trying to shift into gear.
We watched the guy speed away but he forgot someone, his girl! Matt looks at her and with a straight face he said, “I guess he doesn’t love you.”
