As Apples was in the back of the deli making his usual rounds, I was washing dishes and trying to drain the sink but the drain was clogged. When I pulled out the clog, Apples exclaims "IS THAT A FINGER?!" It was, in fact, a chicken nugget.
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Another time I was going to be staying after the normal close time of midnight because I just did not have enough time to finish everything. I hadn't closed that many times and I wasn't exactly in good practice. Deli Bitch had just left to clock out, and a few minutes later as I was facing the wall washing dishes, the lights went out. I stand there for a minute wondering what had happened, then ask into the oblivion "...Deli Bitch?"
There was no reply.
I start freaking out a little bit. I call out again, and as before, there was no reply. I walk carefully over to the light switches, which are conveniently located next to a dark, creepy, supply closet. They are all stuck on, and when I flip them on and off, they all remain off. I'm getting major heebie jeebies next to this black hole of a closet so I decide that the deli doesn't have to be finished since I was only voluntarily staying late anyway, so I clocked out and went home.
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