The late Saturday shift is THE WORST. No one buys any wine after 8, except for Mr Blowhard Snootypants, or drunken white zin girls. So I hung out in the warehouse and stared at the wall o'rum--right next to the wall o'crown.
God, they couldn't have made those Captain Morgan boxes an uglier color scheme. Orange, red and white. If you look at them like a Magic Eye, you'll go blind.
I've never had a captain, and I don't think I've ever been a captain.
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