In high school all the “cool kids” worked at the mall. More importantly you had to work at a sporting store. I held down my end at Finish Line.
Finish Line was a trip and so much fun. Richelle worked across from me at Footlocker. I used to walk in her place of employment in my full uniform and yell out:
“MAN! Yalls shoes SUCK! Yall don’t even have shoxs in here! I’m going back to Finish Line!”
Then I would knock a shoe or two over and tell her to pick it up. Please believe she would come in Finish Line talking just as crazy and going in on the fact that we did not have Jordans or Forces (to my NY peeps Forces= Uptowns).
One of our store managers was this short, fat, nerdy, redheaded dude named Bob. He was SOOOO weird and just did not fit in at all with the staff. He came to us from another mall when our cool manager relocated to Kansas City.
I was on to Bob early. Something in his milk wasn’t clean. All the Iowa thug dudes used to come in looking for him and then they would go to the backroom. When I would work the register Bob would always run right behind me and do something… at first I thought he was checking to see if my drawer was short… but that couldn’t be… bosses loved it when I worked register cause it would always be over! LOL! Hey, let this be a lesson to you to count your change!
One day I was coming into work as a handcuffed Bob was being escorted out by 4 police officers.
Me “WTF is going on????”
Brice “Yo, J! It just popped off in here!”
Me “What is it????”
Brice “Man, Bob has been deleting transactions after we ring! He stole $7,000!”
Me “WHHHHAAAAATTTTT”
Brice “That’s not it! He’s been dealing drugs in the back!”
Me “LLLLLLLMMMMMMMMMBBBBBBOOOOOO”
Brice “Who would have knew that nerd had all that in him.”
Come to Finish Line where you can get your Nikes with a side of crack!
Finish Line was a trip and so much fun. Richelle worked across from me at Footlocker. I used to walk in her place of employment in my full uniform and yell out:
“MAN! Yalls shoes SUCK! Yall don’t even have shoxs in here! I’m going back to Finish Line!”
Then I would knock a shoe or two over and tell her to pick it up. Please believe she would come in Finish Line talking just as crazy and going in on the fact that we did not have Jordans or Forces (to my NY peeps Forces= Uptowns).
One of our store managers was this short, fat, nerdy, redheaded dude named Bob. He was SOOOO weird and just did not fit in at all with the staff. He came to us from another mall when our cool manager relocated to Kansas City.
I was on to Bob early. Something in his milk wasn’t clean. All the Iowa thug dudes used to come in looking for him and then they would go to the backroom. When I would work the register Bob would always run right behind me and do something… at first I thought he was checking to see if my drawer was short… but that couldn’t be… bosses loved it when I worked register cause it would always be over! LOL! Hey, let this be a lesson to you to count your change!
One day I was coming into work as a handcuffed Bob was being escorted out by 4 police officers.
Me “WTF is going on????”
Brice “Yo, J! It just popped off in here!”
Me “What is it????”
Brice “Man, Bob has been deleting transactions after we ring! He stole $7,000!”
Me “WHHHHAAAAATTTTT”
Brice “That’s not it! He’s been dealing drugs in the back!”
Me “LLLLLLLMMMMMMMMMBBBBBBOOOOOO”
Brice “Who would have knew that nerd had all that in him.”
Come to Finish Line where you can get your Nikes with a side of crack!
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