...that's my signature, you know? lol!
I remember when I had my last produce manager job at the store they just built here in town. It was like, the perfect job, and it was about 5 minutes from my house! They were still building the store as all of us were getting hired. That was one of the best times in the world...the big bosses from Lima & Wapakoneta (hah...bet you never even knew there was a town named that in Ohio, didja?), & the company's owner were there every day, meeting everyone, and getting ideas for what to put here, & there...and now I know exactly why you'll never see a clock up on the wall by the registers. It was mentioned at one of the earlier meetings, and the human resources guy said no, you don't want customers watching the clock to see how long they're waiting in line. Makes sense...I never would've thought of that!
So, we all got settled in & familiar with the place, & comfy with each other enough so that we knew who to pick on, & who to leave alone...our lunch room/breakroom was upstairs. All of us who worked in produce were hanging out, taking lunch, then one of the guys pointed out the playmate cooler sitting there, & I told him it was one of the guys' who worked there's lunchbox...*evil grin*. He went over & picked it up, and stood on a chair & moved one of the ceiling tiles, put the cooler up in the ceiling, & our work was done! And it was impossible to keep a straight face when we heard him thundering through the store yelling death threats to whoever stole his lunch! And then he busted through the swinging doors to our back room...One look at him, and I just started laughing, then I made the guy that put it up there take Scotty upstairs & show him where it was!! Me? Are you crazy? I didn't hide it!