BK Breakfast sandwiches

Ok ok, so im not writing from work, however this story is still work related. Ive gone to drop off our payslips as there is a rotation of 3 weeks (each person assigned to a different week).

I had a feed of some croissanwiches (youd better put some bbq sauce on that damn shit. Prob contributed later to my ulcer) and im waiting for the bus to come. This will take a substantial amount of time as it is Natal day (ive honestly never heard of this holiday and being a man of leisure, i am well versed in the most obscure holidays).

Anyways, this part of town in which our office is located is both out in the middle of nowhere and somewhat sketchy. On several occasions ive had the delightful experience of being exposed to a variety of drug abusers and other such lowlifes.

Todays particular situation involved some gas station attendents and a crazy homeless man.

Unfortunately i missed the initial exchanges between the two attendents and the hobo. But to my understanding he was rooting around in the gas stations garbage and possibly defecating nearby. Although he didnt actually say anything he had very sharp mannerisms that would suggest mental illness, intoxication or both.
There was a very intense staring contest between the first attendent, an older gentlemen who asked the guy "What are you doing?".

The second attendent appeared from around the corner. Both attendents stood with their arms crossed as the bums body swayed with the breeze.

The only problem was that it was completely still that day.

The second attendent pretended to be busy as the bum pretended to leave. It was amusing because neither of them actually was going to go anywhere. The bum continued to distance himself from the attendent, however every so often he would begin to close back in on the gas station.

I became a little nervous as the proximity between the bum and myself became increasingly smaller. I even wondered whether i should run for the cover of the fearless esso knights. I then realized that i was physically larger then both of them so i should stop being a pussy and suck it up. Thankfully by that point the bum had fucked off, looking like a balloon bobbing in the wind.

Please note i chose songs that have titles related to hobos.
Oddly enough they were all on diff Vice magazine sample cds too.
Subliminal message anyone?

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