I seriously hate working night shift. Especially when the weather starts getting nice because that's when all the freaks come out of their winter caves.
Around 1:30 in the morning last night a woman walked in and headed towards the beer. She was a larger woman and walked with a limp. She also had to stop walking a few times because she was out of breath. But eventually she did make it over to the beer coolers.
We stopped selling beer at 1:00 so I was going to have to tell her she couldn't buy any.
I was waiting for her up at the counter when I noticed she was talking. I walked to the back of the store and found her hanging on to the Nabisco rack.
"Honey, do you have any Vermouth?" Now, I think she was drunk, because it was coming out as "Vermoof".
I asked her to repeat herself and she again asked if we had any Vermoof.
I have no idea what Vermouth is, but I figured it had something to do with alcohol so I told her no, we didn't have any. I also said that we stopped selling alcohol an hour ago and that she'd have to come back in the morning.
She thanked me and kept holding onto the snack rack until she caught her breath. She eventually made it out the front door and I saw her shake her head to someone. I didn't even know anyone else was outside so I decided to take a look.
I watched as this woman got onto a bicycle - not completely onto it - she was kind of half sitting on it. The man that was with her started walking the bicycle down the street with her sitting on it.
It was weird.
Is Vermouth worth it to come out in the middle of the night, barely able to breath, being walked by someone while sitting on a bicycle?