Man: Mr. James
   Sup: Sunshine
   Coor: Charlie

    I talked to my friend who works at the gas station about egging my car.  The truth revealed.

   More importantly, tonight was a good day at work.  Sunshine was charmingly sweet to me, as usual, without a single thing bad to say to me.  She didn't hit six times, on the shoulder, leaving bruises.  The customers in drive-thru weren't so bad as to elicit a new G.W.H.E. commentary (coming Sunday!) from me.  And Scotty didn't come in at 10:30 with an impossible order that took 10 minutes to make.

   But seriously, I had fun.  Don't let my complaining fool you.  The bad thing about these nights is there isn't much to whine about (although I will have a G.W.H.E. update soon).  Fair tradeoff.

   Best of all... Mr. James has me working 12 to close tomorrow!  Yay!  Poor Shauna is sick, you see, so I'm helping her out.  Of course, any more long hours like that and I'll be sick next.