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<blockquote data-quote="Snattlerake" data-source="post: 4338193" data-attributes="member: 44288"><p><span style="font-size: 18px">My absolute favorite story</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">Cling peaches</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">One day shift I got a call asking me to respond to a local convenience store to see the manager for an unknown reason about a customer who just left. I arrived and walked into the store noticing the front door glass had been broken outward towards the street and inside was the bloodiest scene I had ever seen. There were streams of blood everywhere. It was on the floor with a trail going out the door, on the ceiling, and on the counter with the cash register. I called for backup on my walkie before talking to the woman who had called.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">I asked, “Is everyone ok? Three women clerks were all laughing and snickering and holding their hands over their mouths trying to calm down. I relaxed a little bit then and again asked if anyone was hurt. They broke out into hysterical laughter again. I grinned a little bit with them and said, “Ok, What’s going on?” “Where did the blood come from?” They again cracked up slapping the counter.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">My backup arrived and he was ashen-faced when he saw the blood then relieved a bit when he noticed everyone was laughing and I was smiling. I told him to follow the blood trail and get some more backup.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">After he left, the head clerk then started to explain. <strong><em>"A guy came in and went to the back area by the beer coolers. He milled around back there and we weren't paying any attention to him. Well, he walked up to the counter and I was ringing up another customer. He waited a bit then set down on the countertop a quart-sized can of cling peaches,”</em></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p> <span style="font-size: 18px"><strong>“In heavy syrup!”</strong>, yelled another clerk causing all three to blow up laughing again. I waited for her to continue, sensing this would be good. <em>“</em><strong><em>Anyway, I had picked up the can, you know, to look at the price. The next thing I saw was his thing out on the counter laying on it like a hot dog without a bun.”</em> </strong>Again the laughter. “I snorted a little myself while she went on, <strong><em>“Anyway, when I saw it I saw him grinning, looking at me and it pissed me off.</em></strong> More laughter. She looked over at the girls and got mad, looked at me, apparently, I was standing in the same spot as the customer, and slammed her hand down on the counter in front of me like she was holding a quart-sized can of cling peaches in heavy syrup.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">We found the poor fellow about a block away in the car wash stall crying in the fetal position with the front of the man covered in blood.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px"></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px">It was still attached but had deep funny-looking cuts in semicircles on it and it was black and blue and flat in the middle.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Snattlerake, post: 4338193, member: 44288"] [SIZE=5]My absolute favorite story Cling peaches One day shift I got a call asking me to respond to a local convenience store to see the manager for an unknown reason about a customer who just left. I arrived and walked into the store noticing the front door glass had been broken outward towards the street and inside was the bloodiest scene I had ever seen. There were streams of blood everywhere. It was on the floor with a trail going out the door, on the ceiling, and on the counter with the cash register. I called for backup on my walkie before talking to the woman who had called. I asked, “Is everyone ok? Three women clerks were all laughing and snickering and holding their hands over their mouths trying to calm down. I relaxed a little bit then and again asked if anyone was hurt. They broke out into hysterical laughter again. I grinned a little bit with them and said, “Ok, What’s going on?” “Where did the blood come from?” They again cracked up slapping the counter. My backup arrived and he was ashen-faced when he saw the blood then relieved a bit when he noticed everyone was laughing and I was smiling. I told him to follow the blood trail and get some more backup. After he left, the head clerk then started to explain. [B][I]"A guy came in and went to the back area by the beer coolers. He milled around back there and we weren't paying any attention to him. Well, he walked up to the counter and I was ringing up another customer. He waited a bit then set down on the countertop a quart-sized can of cling peaches,”[/I][/B] [B]“In heavy syrup!”[/B], yelled another clerk causing all three to blow up laughing again. I waited for her to continue, sensing this would be good. [I]“[/I][B][I]Anyway, I had picked up the can, you know, to look at the price. The next thing I saw was his thing out on the counter laying on it like a hot dog without a bun.”[/I] [/B]Again the laughter. “I snorted a little myself while she went on, [B][I]“Anyway, when I saw it I saw him grinning, looking at me and it pissed me off.[/I][/B] More laughter. She looked over at the girls and got mad, looked at me, apparently, I was standing in the same spot as the customer, and slammed her hand down on the counter in front of me like she was holding a quart-sized can of cling peaches in heavy syrup. We found the poor fellow about a block away in the car wash stall crying in the fetal position with the front of the man covered in blood. It was still attached but had deep funny-looking cuts in semicircles on it and it was black and blue and flat in the middle.[/SIZE] [/QUOTE]
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