Vinegar Boy
Yesterday I came accross an incredible story on CustomersSuck! that’s definately worth a read. It was posted by a guy who worked at a gas station. His tale begins with a hysterical lady entering the store and ranting incoherently at him while waving around what looked to be a half empty bottle of liquor.
I had no idea what she was on about and, before I could find out, the police arrived – but I hadn’t called them!
Now, I know nearly every cop within fifty miles of my site (I call them all often enough), so when they come in, I greet them by name and they do the same back and tell me they’ve been called here because of allegations I’ve poisoned a small child.
Wuh?
The crazy lady identifies herself as the kid’s parent and tells them I poisoned her lad. To avoid describing twenty minutes of ranting and gibbering on the woman’s part, I’ll cut right to the chase.
I had sold a 1L bottle of malt vinegar to a kid (about fifteen years old) that morning and he had taken the bottle home and drunk half of it – yes that’s right, he had drunk vinegar. Of course, he got sick as a dog and “redecorated” the walls and floor of several rooms.
[No, I do not know why a teenager, who should be old enough to know better (and be at school too, for that matter) would drink half a litre of malt vinegar.]
At this point the cops and I exchange looks and one said, “Damn Aaron, and we all thought you had finally snapped.” Ha ha. There’s always a comedian.
From there the story gets really weird. Read it here.
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