It was about midnight last night. Most of the night was horribly slow, but this interaction made it interesting.
A guy walks in and I give my usual acknowledgment/greeting. He mumbles back and I can't understand a word he says.
He gets some stuff and comes up to the counter. I ask him how his night is going.
He replies, "It would be better if I was allowed to go to the bar."
As with most of these stories, I don't know how to respond to this so I finish up his purchase and say "Have a nice night, or hang in there at least."
He replies, "Yeah, I love my wife I swear."
He didn't seem like the kind of guy I'd want to be around if he'd been drinking. I think she made a good call.
Next shift is Thursday night.
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