Mr. Pink’s Corner

Well this is my first blog entry. So I will just give it a shot.

For the past 2 months of the summer, I being working at Electrical Store mainly during the late shift as my summer job from around 3 to 9 PM on weekdays. The store mainly sells such things as computer parts, cell phones, and cameras. So yesterday around 8:50 PM (10 minutes before the closing time) some guy walks in. He looked like he was around 18, he didn’t smell good and was dressed poorly. I asked him what did he want, he replied saying that he wanted to return a cell phone. I asked him if I could take a look. Now he takes out a Black Motorola Razr V3, which more then 50% of people I know own one in real life. I was tired and frustrated, I let out a big sigh and asked him if he has the charger or the original box and “surprisingly” he said no. I continue on asking him if he has the original store warranty or at least the receipt, but he replies with another no. So being frustrated I just tell him: “Listen you can not return a fucking bull shit phone which you probably stole from some kid just an hour ago.” The guy blows up and starts cursing and begins to threating me that he is going to kick my ass. I laugh at him and tell him to go fuck himself. So once the guy leaves Me and Joe(another worker) begin to rap things up and begin to close the store.

Joe is another guy who being working in the store for around more then a year as a part time job. He is 21 and really is a big guy. If you would look at him from the side you would rather think he is fat, but he has a strong type of body and works out up to 10 hours at the gym every week (at least from what he told me). He is that type of guy who you wouldn’t want to meet up with in the dark alley. So as we both continue to close the store like usually I leave first and say Bye to him.

I put on my jacket since it was raining and walk out of the store’s back door and when I suddenly see the fucker who tried to return that Motorola Razr and starts walking towards me telling me that he will fuck me up. To be honest I was never really strong. Like pretty much all tall people I am really skinny so after seeing him I try to defend myself against the idiot. The guy had a nice advantage being couple of years older then me. During the first 5 minutes it was usually “Hit and Run” for me, trying to defend myself rather then harm the drunk fucker. Suddenly I see Joe walking out the back door going home, then he suddenly sees me struggling against the drunk idiot. He starts running towards the guy takes a clear shot at him and punches him at the back, so the guy turned around in confusion trying to find out who’d hell punched at him when Joe punched the guy again this time right in the jaw. The drunk idiot falls on his back when Joe makes the final hit and kicks the fucker as hard as he can with his right foot in the stomach when suddenly we hear the guy begging Joe to stop and so he did. While Joe was guarding the drunk fucker moaning on the floor, I took out my cell phone and called the police. 10 minutes later cops showed up and took the guy away. This made me realized that having strong friends rocks.