Shit, so last night I had to close and was not looking forward to it, since I hate closing on a Saturday night. I work at Wendy's for those of you who don't know. Anyways, as I got there, one of my coworkers told me he'd give me about a gram if I didn't slack tonight. Good incentive, he possibly made a breakthru in the science of getting me to do my job. Our manager ordered Jimmy John's for us three who were scheduled to close. Me and two coworkers went outside to spark a few joints at three seperate occasions. The manager had to have known, I mean, his crew was made up of stoners. That and my friend running the register wasn't understanding half of what people said going through the drive thru. Shit, those were hilarious conversations. Another of my coworkers started yelling incoherenant shit while washing dishes. He was ripped. We all decided to make music with pots and pans in the front after the lobby closed. Good times. And yes, we are all immature as fuck, haha. It was a blast.