And then there was the flying Mexican. There was this one leak that kept on going on near the front counter. We would put a bucket to gather it and it would be nice and brown. I kept on saying, “That shit is gonna cave in one day.” And boy did it ever!
I come back from my lunch break and this is what I hear from a co-worker.
Him: “The ceiling caved in.”
Me: “Really? Damn it. I missed it.”
Him: “Go look.”
Me: “I. Will.”
He had the understatement of the year! I went to the front counter and it was like a grenade went off. I step over the rubble and a female co-worker is sitting behind the counter. I’m staring at the hole and can actually see the light in the bathroom ceiling up there. A customer walks up and says the following to me and my co-worker.
Customer: “A guy fell through that.”
Me: “Whaaaa….?”
Her: “What?!”
Customer: “Yeah. He fell through, got up, and walked out.”
Her: “No.”
Customer: “Yeah. He left.”
Her: “I didn’t see anybody.”
Me: “That’s awesome!”
When my manager showed up we watched the footage that was recorded. Sure enough, a Mexican dude did indeed fall through the ceiling. This guy fell three stories, hit the lube rack, and jumped up and left to call his boss to tell him what happened. On the tape customers scrambled to the back of the store when it caved in and the co-worker was sitting on her fat ass reading magazines.
The ceiling was eventually patched up, we all had a good laugh, and everything was perfectly fine after that.
Until three days later when it started leaking again.
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