So I had just gotten in from being outside trying to find this LOUD sound (music, movie, radio I don't know) it sounded like someone parked their car in our lot and was listening to music super loud with their windows up but still very audible in the lot. I gave up since NOBODY was in our lot and it kinda freaked me out. This is important later. Anyway it was a Friday night going into a Saturday morning around 2am to 3am. I'm mopping the store floor and at this point I have gotten a LOT done so I'm super happy and patient and tolerant. Like I was about to have four hours of doing nothing but sitting in the back office, ringing people out up front, and slow upkeep of the store. That's. Amazing.

As I'm mopping I hear the door behind me open and the door ringer go off. I'm still mopping and not looking at them and say, "Hi! Welcome to ___________!" to greet them. And they just...are quiet. That usually means that I'm in the way and they are tired/pissed off so I move to the side and as I turn to look at them they tell me, "They want me to tell you a line from a movie" and my thought is, "Oh great he's got drunk friends outside who want my number it IS Saturday..." and instead of being snippy I humor him. (It helps keep the situation under control and stop violence.) "Yeah?" I said and I smiled so I didn't come across mean or anything because guys will report you to corporate for being 'loud mouth' and 'mean' and lie out their ass because you didn't give them attention.

He...doesn't tell me a line? He stares and I get a good look at him. He looked like a drunk guy who was in work clothes (Dark blue hoodie, no logo so like a work hoodie, light baby blue workers button up, dark blue/black pants and black shoes) Hair is disheveled. And my stupid ass said before he even spoke, "OH! Are you guys watching a movie? Is it the church across the street??? Their lights were on? You guys doing like...a sleep over...?" I kinda slowed down at the last bit because I know churches host sleepovers for children and homeless people so I wanted to be respectful and not like prattle happily about what might be like...idk a bad moment in his life?

And he just continues to stare and then points to the church and is all, "Okay I don't know about the church but as a fellow scientist whats your field of control? Cus' they are over there doing some fucked up shit to people and it's freaking me the fuck out. Like shit is forming around peoples heads and I don't know if it's ghosts but I'm shaking dude like this shit is making me freak the fuck out"

And I'm getting scared because one he sounded 'drunk' but also because I'm a superstitious child even at 24 and the church did have blueish lights on in it dimly and my childish brain was like "oh my god what the fuck is happening oveR THERE" so my anxiety superstitious side is freaking out a little because "what if gHOSTS?!?" make fun of me I honestly don't care LMAO.

But I move away JUST on the off chance he's drunk/high and gets weird and continue to mop acting like I'm not freaked out. Because my uncle was a hardcore drug addict and like...if you showed you were freaked out he'd get violent BECAUSE you were scared because he felt offended or...I don't know. So we learned to keep calm, and HE'D keep calm. And I mean it worked on this dude. He started fidgeting with his shirt like a shyboy and edged in and out of the store stuttering all, "Okay well haha I wouldn't work a job like this...you know cus shits happening...over there and its kinda freaky and you're just sitting there mopping. Like you aren't sitting. You're standing. But you don't seem to care that I'm freaked out. When I buy this place I'm gonna hire you so weird shit don't happen to you okay?" and he goes on about MK 'Something' (MK Ultra) governmental experiments, FBI, CIA, etc as he's leaving the store.

And I get scared, but I see him walk across the street. And normally with drunk or high people they leave you alone after that. But he was super different. Normally in Ohio it's Heroin users and they're super tired and shit. Like four things pop into my head.

1. He's a huge asshat who's pranking me because I'm the only girl in a popular 24h gas station and it's all a joke. (I mean...the shit he said is like tv stereotype and I didn't want to be made fun of for like taking it seriously...like people might make fun of me for not doing LSD or knowing meths side effects and make fun of me for freaking out over an obvious stereotype...)

2. He's a robber sizing up the store to make sure I'm easily scared, I'm ACTUALLY the only one, and that he can catch where the cameras are. (This one scared me the most tbh)

3. He's an actual druggie dude fucked up on some major shit.

4. And that either way, he'd be back. I'll have to deal with an asshole guy who thinks it's funny to terrorize women, a messed up guy, or a possibly armed robber. Ones worse than the other but like....still both are unwanted scenarios.

So I called my boyfriend and woke him up holding my phone like I didn't care and wasn't freaking the fuck out and kept a calm face while my voice cracked and my throat closed up as I begged him to come up to my job because of what happened and I had a gut feeling he'd be back. I did this because if he was a robber and saw me freaking the fuck out over the phone maybe he'd like...idk storm in and shoot me up because I....actually maybe that would have been a good idea though like if he saw me frantically calling he might think police are on their way and wouldn't have 'entered' (If he had actually been a robber and had been watching me across the street)

He sleepily tells me he's getting dressed and will be there when he can. So as I'm waiting I see someone wobbling across the street towards my job and my heart jumps into my throat (People literally don't fuck around when they say it feels like it jumps straight up into your throat man) and I tense up. And he's drunk as fuck looking too. So I'm hoping hes a friend of the 'asshole' coming in to laugh and tell me "Oh my god I am SO sorry my friend just came in and he's like fucked UP I hope he didn't scare you haha!"

But he isn't. He doesn't even pay me any attention.

Goes straight to our roller grill gets two hot dogs and a fountain drink and comes up. I ask him he if saw anyone weird walking around and he points to himself and goes, "Besides me?" and like busts a gut drunk laughing and then goes on to tell me that someone tried getting into his house when he was drinking a shit ton of rum and listening to his music and then proceeds to go on about how loud his music was and what kinds of music and I felt REALLY bad but I cut him off and asked him to describe the guy and he said he didn't really know but shaggy blonde hair and dark hoodie and that he only got a glimpse through his door circle window thing (Idk what you call that lol) and he saw blonde haired guy walking away in a dark hoodie after he fucking TRIED TO OPEN HIS DOOR.

So now at this point I know the guy wasn't just a mean asshole. He legitimately was messed up on something. I exchange the previous ^^^^ story above to drunk guy and tell him to be careful and he goes back and forth from "Dude stop you're freaking me the fuck out" -intense drunk laughter- to drunk machoism (Like dudebro drunk machoism) and he walks out and back and I watch him as long as I can before he's too hard to see. I'm still waiting for my boyfriend. Like?????????????????????????

So now, ANY customers that come in I ask if they had seen a guy waltzing around and of course not because they're only focus is getting food and getting home from a third shift tired as hell or they're just pot heads hungry as fuck. What hurt is a lot of them seemed so...emotionless to my problem. One lady was all, "I hope he doesn't hurt you! Girl that is FREAKY!" as she's walking out the store. Like okay maybe she can't quit her job or whatever to help what might be a not-so-bad event but...it kinda hurt. So a regular comes in and I talk to him about it and the entire time I'm asking customers I'm looking over my shoulder out the window to see if I see anyone. And as I tell the story to this regular I see someone bobbing left and right in the distance. So I only see a silhouette and I ask the regular if he can see who it is. And he just stands out the door staring the guy down and describes him to me. Because he could be the drunk guy getting more food or the druggie dude. And it's the druggie dude. My gut was right.

He asks me if I want him to call the cops and I say yes thinking he isn't gonna fuck with another guy. This druggie kid was like 20 something and skinnyfat body build. The regular wasn't a body builder but he was like early 30 something and definitely better built. As I'm ringing him out I see the dude walk by the window and enter the store and it's like I'm seeing a ghost walk by with how my body reacted. He enters and the customer is calling the cops while I'm ringing him out and he comes up and gets real fucking close to the customers face and is all, "Who ya calling? Dude is that the cops? Don't call them. Seriously. Don't call them. FBI don't fuck around. You wanna get ME arrested? FBI trumps cops so haha in your fucking face." I hand the customer his money and the guy looks at it and says, "I should just take your money cus money in reality is free" but he makes no move to grab it. The regular puts it in his wallet and ignores this dude like the guy is a five year old crying over candy on a dads sleeve as he makes his way through Walmart. LMAO.

He goes by the door and exits and for a huge second I think he's gonna leave me and I watch him which was an error on my part because I take my eyes of the druggie guy who was sluggish as hell up until now magically because he fucking grabbed one beer from a six pack and opened it and was making his way back up to my register by the time I looked back at him idek. He then tells me he wants Marlboro Reds in the short pack and to "make it BOXED!!!" and I grab it and tell him I can't ring the beer up and he repeats what I said??? So I tell him yeah, I can't SELL that to you as it's after 1am...he tells me he isn't paying for anything anyway because he has no money and I then tell him I can't sell him the cigarettes.

This was a big error! When someone does shit like this you give them their items and let them run off. This prevents violent encounters. Learn from my mistake lmao.

I take the cigarettes and he starts waltzing around the place and placed the beer by my register. I took it while he was walking in slow circles complaining how he has no money and how my job is shit and he's freaked out and more weird governmental shit. Then he starts slamming the counter and saying how he's going to take the smokes from me. He starts softly patting it telling me, "I know there's a way around this. You guys built this to mess with me. Else how did YOU get there" It's a literal no brainer the swing door is kinda like right there. So he finds it and tries to get back where I am by gently nudging the swing door with his hips playfully saying how he's gonna get back there and take his smokes. And it's like he's testing waters. So then he full on tries to nudge past me as I block him by elbowing me into getting into the back and then he perks up, turns around and goes, "Who's THAT???" and I see my boyfriend stand up from his car and see the dude make a beeline.

So my boyfriend doesn't know what he's dealing with and leaves his car unlocked and still on and this guy just tries and hops into our fucking backseat?????????? I tell my boyfriend and he pulls him out and locks his car and shuts it off and the guy whines about taking him to court because my boyfriend assaulted him. LMAOO

Cops arrive at this point and it;s like nothing in particular. They walk up hands in pockets trying to be nice looking and then he resists arrest and gets whooped by two cops into handcuffs and into the backseat where he just BABBLED.

A guy who stole our Children's Miracle Network charity jar then pulls up onto one of our pumps and gets out and walks halfway up before he notices the cops walking up to him and tries to walk back to his car but the cops get him too.

Like that day I got home at 8am got piss fucking drunk and went to bed. Like I was done with that day.