I Was Only Admiring The Shotguns On Your Son’s T-Shirt.
Hey, jackasses. If you wear dumbass t-shirts, prepare to get dumbass looks thrown your way.
We’re closing up for the night and this 13 year old kid walks by. My manager, April, points out the fact that he’s got “guns all over his shirt”. What?
Sure enough, the kid is wearing a white shirt with black shotguns all over it, what looked to be drawn-on blood stains with the words “Big Dog” scrawled on the back. The child is also severely (and dangerously) overweight. As if this kid needs more of a complexity problem and deeper self-confidence issues at his age, he draws more attention to himself than he should with a shirt like that.
And not only that, I’m guessing that the child wasn’t just born with a love for 1) provocative shirts and 2) shotguns. I’m guessing this child was brought up to think this was an appropriate shirt to wear anywhere where people other than your redneck family can see you.
So as I’m sweeping, I look over at this kid a couple of times to “admire” his shirt when I get his father coming over asking if “e’rything is allll righ?”
Me: “Yes, sir.”
Him: “Well den don’t be givin’ my son da evil aye, kay?”
Me: “Yes, sir. No evil aye.”
Him: “Alrigh den.”
No evil aye. None.
