shoes. There was this one dude who
looked like a black version of Mr.
Burns from The Simpsons. He’d
always come by at the end of his
shift with the most random useless
crap, like an electric toothbrush
without the charger. One time he
brought us an electric razor.
“What the hell is this?”
“It’s an electric razor?”
“An electric razor? We’re black.
Do you know what these things do
to our skin? Do you see anyone
around here who can use an electric
razor?”
We never knew where he was
getting this stuff from. Because you