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Huh. I just rescued the cashier at the local market after she managed to lock herself in a supply closet in the back of the store. My hero's reward : a free box of instant grits. *flex*

It's kind of cool - not often you get to save the day. She was the only one there and might have been stuck in that closet until morning. I felt sort of awkward that she insisted on buying something for me, but I didn't really feel like being a jerk about it.

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Date: 2008-08-25 11:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] slownewsday.livejournal.com
Dude! Free instant grits is free instant grits. Congratulations! *beam!*

Now this --

Date: 2008-08-25 04:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aikien.livejournal.com

--- is clearly something that needs more of a story! Was she pounding on the door? Where was the extra key? How big was the supply close anyway? :-)

Re: Now this --

Date: 2008-08-25 04:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tranceboy.livejournal.com
I had written up a nigh-Homerian epic telling of the story, but then decided that it was too longwinded for what amounted to a pretty mundane rescue.

Sadly, I did not save it.

Short Long Version :
I went into the store, they generally only have 1 or 2 people working there on Sunday nights, and they close at 7, so it was just the one cashier. I said hello and started shopping for some stuff, sort of wandering around the store aimlessly.

About 15 minutes later, I'd gotten all my stuff, went up to the checkout, and the cashier was nowhere to be found. I rang the "ring this bell for service" bell, waited for a minute, rang it again, still no sign.

So I called out, waited another minute, called out again, still no sign. I was just about to go put my things back on the shelf and just leave, and I thought "Well, maybe she's stocking the cooler or something and can't hear me over the machine."

I wandered to the back of the store, called out again, and this time, I heard a muffled thumping sound and an indistinct voice. Thinking she was in the cooler, I opened the door and called out again, and this time, I was able to make out "Please let me out of here!"

I could tell that she wasn't in the cooler, though, so I wandered into the back of the store past the "EMPLOYEES ONLY BEYOND THIS POINT" sign, and marco poloed my way over to the supply closet, where I let her out. I guess they normally used just a sliding gate latch to lock it, but it had a normal doorknob lock that had unexpectedly been locked.

And that's pretty much it. We went up to the front of the store, where she insisted on paying for my instant grits. Sadly, I didn't remember the phrase "Virtue is its own reward" until I was halfway home. I suspect that would have let me verbal judo her into paying for my own grits.

Re: Now this --

Date: 2008-08-25 05:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jedipussytricks.livejournal.com
This is why I never, ever use doorknob locks. (And also why I carry the key to our apartment's doorknob lock, even though we don't use it.) Clearly, that one should be removed entirely.

Re: Now this --

Date: 2008-08-26 10:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] turtletoes.livejournal.com
Then you should have grabbed a box of Magnum condoms you were about to grap before you heard her voice in the closet....hehehehehe...

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