Like most writers I keep a long list of crap to write about. Sometimes things hit me and I write about them while the mood is upon me and sometimes I totally FORGET to write about something until much later.
THIS is one of those times.
I was going through my DRAFT folder and a few electronic notes I’ve kept but not organized about things to write when I came across this one. I was working for Wallie-World in New York and one weekend night—I think it was Friday or Saturday—a man in a slightly dirty chef’s outfit came zipping up the main aisle and made a sharp turn into the dog food aisle. He fell to his knees and wrestled a 50 lb bag of Ol’ Roy dog food into his cart. Then he did it again and, just as quickly, zipped on out of the aisle and towards the checkout.
I’d never seen ANYONE buy dog food in such a hurry and immediately I had conjured visions of the man quietly pulling his car up in the alley behind a restaurant. Quietly the back door to the restaurant opened and another man in a chef’s uniform looked both ways before coming out to the car. Quickly and VERY quietly both men lugged the dog food inside and the door closed.
Hey, could happen, I thought.