Fear and Loathing on Saturdays

Saturday was a rough day - all hands on deck as it were.


Busy day filled with long lines, price changes and all other kinds of fun. There were some Saturdays where you would literally spend 3 hours bagging for a slow cashier and couldn't get your own shit done!


The worst was if you were on Jack's shit-list. He'd give you the fucking baby food AND the tomato sauce to do price changes on. You had to be fast to do those both in the same day. LF and GF were 2 of the best for that.


Breaks and lunch were usually fun IF you could get some of the other guys to go at the same time.


I remember one lunch break we went to a local Burger King and LF was giving the woman at the counter some shit (as he always would). The exchange went something like this:


LF: I'll have a cheeseburger - hold the cheese
Woman: Huh?
LF: I'll have a cheeseburger - hold the cheese
Woman: Just tell me what you want, please
LF: OK just a regular hamburger
Woman: Anything else?
LF: Fries
Woman: Anything to drink?
LF: Whadda ya got?
Woman: Coke, Sprite, etc, etc
LF: Just water
Woman: Is that it?
LF: Can I have some extra ketchup?
Woman: How much do you want?
LF: HOW MUCH CAN YOU HOLD?


He'd do this on occasion - picking another innocent "victim" at random and just raz the shit out of them - sometimes until they were to the point of tears. Usually we were all in tears because we were laughing so damn hard.


LF has a gift - and he still uses it to this day.

Carmine in Produce

What can you say about Carmine?

He was fat, talked with an accent (Italian) and was calling EVERYONE 'pardner' (you gotta imagine the that with the accent.

Nice guy, but we usually recommended the girls in the store keep clear of him... he thought himself quite the ladies man, but whoa!

He always had a funny story to tell and Saturdays were the best day to catch him because he would usually have an audience. Hell - we all worked on Saturday because that was the day we did the price changes (remember - this was pre-scanner days so we did them manually).

Carmine would talk your ear off if you let him. His stories always were sprinkled with colorful language ("fucking this" and "shit that"). For all I know, he wound up writing for the Sopranos - hell, he talked the language!

Up next, "Fear and Loathing on Saturday Mornings".