Average Detroit Job

Hello, my name is Brad. Brad Lee. I'm not gonna waste any time on this but, I'm a boring man. A boring white middle-aged man born in Michigan, Detroit. And now working as a worker at a 7-Eleven somewhere in Detroit. I never had a girlfriend, mainly because of me not being interested in getting one, even if my parents wanted me to get one. Never was interested in sports, and never was interested in music of any type. So I basically didn't care about anything. And no I wasn't depressed even if I seemed like it.

As much as I really wanna sound interested, I can't really say anything cool about my job, which to be fair there weren't any high hopes of me getting into this. But I guess that's what happens when you commit to work at a convenience store, eh? Just standing there scanning people's stuff, sometimes helping them find an item they were looking for, and if you were a little thirsty or hungry. You can sneakily steal a drink or food item once you get outside for a break, this doesn't mean I always would do that since I do bring my lunch when I get to eat. It's just that sometimes you just gotta at least try the items of the store that you are working for, even if you get caught by the manager.

Now when I work I don't really encounter some sort of events that would happen in the store. The biggest one I ever witnessed was a woman passing out from nowhere after looking at her phone for a little bit too long for her own good. If you are wondering she ended up waking up a few minutes later when someone would perform CPR on her. Other than that there wasn't anything too special, until one day...

It was a Friday, just another day for me, after having breakfast I was ready to get to work. I dressed up, got my car keys for mine Buick Regal and set for work. For most of the day, I was working with only one worker, Sam. Sam was actually a new hire, I think for a few days now. So he was still pretty new to the whole sense of working at a convenience store. My manager was for today not at the store, mainly because he was more focused on his family or whatever, never really listened to him.

The day was going just as ordinary as any other. Packed up some bags, cashiered, helped. That was until around 6 pm when it was quickly getting dark, and there was no sight of anyone coming to the store any time soon. While I was eating lunch, Sam was also, but I didn't know that because we ated in separate rooms. After finishing lunch Sam looked at me and said.

Hey, so I'll focus on packaging the crates, wanna help?

Naw, you can do it by yourself. I replied confidently.

As Sam would leave the store to go outside for the packages. Immediately a customer entered.

Oh okay. I replied to my head calmly, mainly because that entrance was out of nowhere. As I began to stare at my phone, I also decided to watch the customer, cause normally at this time of day I get extremely bored so I just decide to do that. The customer was generic, I didn't see anything special in him.

Just another white man I see. I replied to my head.

While watching him, he looked determined and confused while looking at an item. I didn't wanna intervene mainly because while watching him, he kinda got me interested and I wondered what he was gonna do. He then began to approach the cashier section, and I was ready for me to scan the items. Once he got there, he pulled a regular Lays chips, some water, and 2 liters of milk.

2 liters of milk? Well I mean, that's weird, but I won't question it. I replied to my head.

Once I scanned all of the items, the man asked me. Do you have some cigarettes?

Which one? I replied.

Any. He said.

As much as I was wondering what the guy was on about, I didn't question him again so I just gave him Marbloro. After scanning and giving the cigarettes to the guy, he once again asked me.

Do you by any chance sell umm... like knives and guns?

...

Why the fuck do you want to buy knives and guns in a 7-eleven? I replied with a really confused tone after an awkward silence.

Personal reasons... He replied.

At this point, I was confused, like REALLY confused about what this guy was on. I didn't question the dude at all until he made that out-of-nowhere question. And what kind of personal reasons is he going to be using those items? So I replied.

If you want to buy knives and guns go to like a gun shop. I don't know where the closest is, but there are definitely better places to buy guns from. But a 7-Eleven is not one of those places.

Well... what you don't know... is that I have been hunting you down for a long time now, about 5 months now, and I have been planning to ki-

And? I stop him from finishing his sentence.

...

Why did y- He tries to say again.

Why do you wanna kill me? I stop him from finishing his sentence again and I question him.

Well, you see, I was one of your classmates from high school, and ever since you mentioned that the History teacher forgot her homework, I have been planning for this moment my whole life... He says ominously with him slowly pulling out a large machete.

Bro that was like 15 years ago why do you have su- OH SHIT I replied while I noticed the machete.

So now, it's time for you, TOO DI- THUN (ceiling drops on the guy).

Out of nowhere, the ceiling dropped on him, I was perplexed for the first time in my life. I heard that there was a gunshot that caused the ceiling to drop, at least that's what I thought. Cause when I looked to my left, it was Sam, with a gun. And apparently, he saved me from being sliced up by the machete.

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