typical day at the shop.

the new kid comes in early with his brand new designer safety boots. i offer him a coffee and he says no he brought his own blend. so he proceeds to take the kettle, walk over to the first till counter, reach down to where we stash the plastic gallon jug of industrial disinfectant, and fills up the kettle. i put down the two cases of short hills i have been holding in the moment and take a step towards him, but then i wait.

he stands up and i say, what's up there fella?

he looks at me and i see this puzzled look, and he i guess maybe then notices the smell or something and he looks at the kettle and then at me.

i say, that's poison. don't poison yourself. i need you on till.

he goes, oh man.