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Updated: May 7, 2025
I mean, youre cool and all and I want to get back together with you but there's something else going on. I'm probably going to loose my dayjob at Osco. Doesn't matter. Screwm all. But I think I know what's been in those weird boxes Osco orders that end up in Denny's car! Something big is going to happen and I think that all of those freeks who picked up the white lab coats are in on it.
"And I figure if you leave now, we won't need to talk about the beauty supplies that go missing just before your days off." Rhonda's eyes widened uncontrollably as she gave a guilty grin to the floor tiles. "So, adios!" With that, he returned to the Osco floor. Julia's jaw slackened but Rhonda pealed into outright laughter. "It's not funny!" shouted Julia. "Oh, forget this Popsicle-stand!
"Never seen him before, but I'm guessing he's one of them." "How do you know?" Betty asked. And, coincidentally, the contents of a clipboard came fluttering down upon them like leaves. "Justin Nelson," Justin said, extending his hand to Ritchie. Introductions were made all around. "Didn't you work at Osco?" Alona asked. "Until they fired me!" Julia replied. "And then they hired me here." "Here?"
Julia dashed into the Osco employees' entrance and punched in one second before four o'clock. Accomplishing her day's goal of being on somebody's payroll, she decided to catch her breath by sneaking a smoke in the restroom. She caught Rhonda's eye at the check-out counter, who gave her a smile and a nod that meant: "Join you in a second." Kurt, aka.
"That old guy and... isn't that what's-her-name from Osco?" "Do the doors still work?" Betty asked in a shaky voice. They did, and the four of them crawled out the driver's side and slowly made their way on unsteady feet toward the body. "You got one!" shouted the old man. "Justin..." the girl admonished. "You know him?" Ritchie asked, pointing to the man the coat.
It had been a storage room until just recently, when the Manager had redecorated it with a host of kitschy sale items from Osco. Good intentions, perhaps, but the room was only big enough for two people to begin with, and a hypothetical third could only find space through acts of physical intimacy which would have been rendered impossible by the decor.
How the sky and the ceiling in an Osco restroom were connected was beyond her, but what the hell there would be an entire evening for worrying about mundane problems. Like most of her dreams, she remembered it as another memory, one as real as a memory of a waking moment. And as usual, the memory of the dream seemed more vivid than her memory of what she had done this morning.
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