AP’s last day was Tuesday. I’m pretty sure everyone was happy to go, particular Greg, since AP was endangering considerable amounts of store property.

One of the best things about working for Gary is he doesn’t like car-toppers; Greg does. Car toppers are those stupid advertisements many pizza shops require their drivers to put on their car. They come in two varieties: actual toppers, with magnets to affix to the roof of a person’s car, and window-hangers, which “hang” off the upper edge of the car window and are fixed in place by large suction cups applied to the window.

Two weeks ago Sunday, AP had a topper on his truck. When the commissary truck — those big 18-wheeler slathered with the corporate logo — arrived (early, because it was the holiday weekend), the view to the parking lot was blocked. After heading out on a run, AP returned in a rush to report that someone had stolen his car topper off his truck. While this, I’m sure, is pretty common to a lot of pizzas shops, I don’t think it has ever happened at the Franchise before, and apparently in fear that Greg or Steve might dock his pay to cover it, AP later claimed he had nothing to do with it.

Me? I think he realized he was getting raped on mileage and pay and decided to take something to decorate up his dorm with.

And then, Tuesday, his second-to-last day, he was driving with a window hanger, when it “fell” off his car and was run over by the guy (or gal) behind him.

Look, here’s the basic thing: with the window-hanger, you’ve gotta keep the window rolled up. The suction cups are just there to hold it in place so it doesn’t flip around in the wind and crack the roof of your car. Without the restraint provided by the “hanger” being wedged between the window and the door frame, there’s really nothing to hold the hanger onto the car.

“I rolled down my window because it was hot,” was his excuse.

Dude. You’ve got roll-down windows on that thing. Stick it on the back passenger and you’ll be fine. Or, alternatively? It’s called A/C.

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Thursday, I was scheduled at 5:30 and Chewbacca at five. I got in early, at five, but Chewbacca was nowhere in sight. Good thing I came in early — for one thing, I got an extra two runs for my trouble (although they sucked in terms of tips, but the later evening’s selection of runs were very good to me), plus more hours on what, for this period, will be a weak paycheck.

When he came in, Chewbacca apologized to me (I don’t know why, I got more runs out of the deal) and explained that he’d been sitting at home, watching tv, quite convinced that it was Friday.

I found this amusing.

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A coworker who shall remain nameless was surfing the net and struck up a corrospondance with another local individual he assumed was a she. Turns out the other local individual was also a guy, and assuming that my coworker was a she. But, as this coworker explained to Greg, it wasn’t a total loss, “because [local individual] also has girl parts.”