sometimes I think “they pay me for this?”

[marcicat]

Granted, the thought doesn’t come as often as it used to, because being the recess monitor is harder than I’d like. But yesterday a guy came into the store and was all, ‘Hey, do you have any empty boxes I could have?’

And we did, except we’d just taken them all out to the recycling dumpster. So I told the guy he was welcome to them, and I apologized for the whole dumpster part, and then (this was the fun part) we used a plastic lawn chair so he could climb into the dumpster and hand out boxes. Then he climbed out again and (presumably) went on his way.

(Note: I have climbed into the dumpster before*; it’s much more fun when you have someone to stand on the outside and make sure you’re okay and no one’s calling the cops.)

((*I dropped my box cutter! I wanted it back!))

But yeah. Thanks, Box Guy! You made my day.

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