One turned to two and then four. He was getting hostile and implying that cutting him off would cost me the job. He let me settle the register for the night while he kept drinking, for which I was grateful – I was working my way through college and had a class the next morning. He kept drinking. At his request – maybe “command” is the more accurate word – I left the bottle. Well, that at least freed me to close the place up, and also let me get away from the guy. He left when the manager and I did. He was not in great shape. Neither was I – it had been a long day. When I punched in for the next evening’s shift, the manager who had been on duty the night before broke the news: the drunken manager had rolled his car on the interstate, like twenty miles away. We weren’t sure yet how liable we were. He would live, but he was messed up.
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