Night of the Dead Living.

If there was ever a ranking system for crazy nights, this one sure would make the list.

There wasn't any one customer that stands out, in fact most of the night was not post-worthy.

What makes last night stand out? I have never seen so much idling in the store while I am there. It seemed like every other customer was in the store for 5-10 minutes if not more.

One kid, driving with a troupe of 4 towards Angola, Indiana took one of the 5 hour energy shots early on during his Speedway visit. Let's just say that it kicked in before he left. Those things are crazy.

One kid couldn't pay for his gas and had to wait at least half an hour for someone to come bail him out. He must have sat in the bathroom for at least half of that time.

Some people were just really indecisive in what they wanted to buy.

It doesn't bother me, but it does translate to a night where it seemed like there was always someone in the store, meaning they get my attention. That makes for less time to do the busy work that needs to get done every night.

The latter part bothers me, but not as much because these things happen from time to time and most of my fellow co-workers are very understanding.

Still, the energy shot kicked in before he left. He went from moderately quiet to 100 words a minute in less than 10 words. I'll bet that trip to Angola was interesting...

Next shift is tonight.

Seriously, it actually happened...

So I'm working last night, and a customer comes in to buy a cup of coffee.

This happens a countless number of times during the day, it's no big surprise at all.

The man pours himself a cup of our house blend, which I always make sure is fresh every 30 minutes just like our promise. However, he then notices that we have a shock wave cappuccino dispenser in our cappuccino machine and decides that he wants that. So he pours his full cup of speedway house blend coffee back into the pot that he poured it from.

I am in shock. I know I cannot sell anything else from that pot, but should I really say anything to the guy? I don't want to make him feel bad so I end up not saying anything about it. After he leaves I promptly switch out both pots of house blend with new clean pots just to be safe as I could not remember which pot he dumped back into.

This was the most interesting encounter of the night, and believe me when I say this was a night that could probably have several posts on its own.

Next shift is Friday night.