I continue to be convinced...

...that a sign appears over the store shortly after I clock in to work every night.

This sign says "Are you a moron? Come on in. Ask stupid questions."

It apparently works over the phone, too. We've already had one customer call tonight and be upset because we didn't have an NCAA basketball bracket document lying around handy to just print out for anyone who asks.

double monkey fuck damn!

Just found out that the other third shifter won't be in to work tonight, as he is sick. Well, he left an hour and a half early, so it's not too unexpected, but damnit.... so it's three days in a row of working alone instead of two. And if the mutton-headed customers and the few mutton-headed co-workers continue to be like they have the last couple of nights, I will be resorting to the bottle of antacid tablets in the back of the store again.