Me: *counting money quietly, doing closing chores at till. Seeing KPP out of the corner of my eye writing food off on the waste sheet, turning to check a report I hear a moderately loud clattering behind me* KPP: ffFFFuuUUUUCK..! *keeps walking away towards the back* Me: Uh, I think you dropped some corndogs.. *continues counting what's in my hands before turning to look at the mess* KPP: *sighs and slightly groans* Damnit.. *starts walking up* What am I doing, I need the broom. *turns around and walks back to the closet again* Me: Hey, at least its not the mop. KPP: Yeah, at least it wasn't greasy and gooey, like crispitos. *starts cleaning his mess up* Me: At least it wasn't glass, like the glass jar, huh? *grinning like the Cheshire cat, giggling* KPP: Shut up. *trying not to smile while he cleans his mess up* You weren't even here for that. Me: It was still funny, even as a second hand story. *full on giggling, doubling over my stomach hurts so bad from laughing*
