“That’s the last of them,” Greg pronounced as the palette slid past him and into the store. “I suppose I should sign the paperwork so you can get home for Christmas, huh?”
John shrugged. “I’d like to get home. Really don’t care about Christmas.”
“I thought you had kids.” Greg marked a few boxes on the computer pad and initialed lines A, D, and F.
“Sure I do. Love ‘em.” John accepted the pad back, initialing lines B, E, and G before handing it over for his signature.
“How can you have kids but not Christmas? Isn’t that abuse?” The manager signed and sent himself a copy of the form before handing the pad back a final time. (more…)