Grocery Store Grave Shift - Part III
Friends, sex, and finding purpose on a grocery store night shift.
December 18th 2:18 a.m. “How much longer?” Simon asked. Hector looked at his watch. “T-minus six minutes.” Tracking our thirty-minute lunch break was an extreme sport. Mary joined us, her recent nap still clinging to her posture. “Six minutes? I still haven’t eaten.” “Hey, that reminds me,” Oscar piped up, “our mamá says you’re all invited to dinner this weekend.” “Mmm, I love Rosa's chili verde,” Mary gushed with fatigue...