Hanging Out With Borat

No, I mean, like, my, my general manager would always be like, oh, that's interesting, like, there's no pop, but there's no, like, sales for pop. So I'd be like, yeah, I don't know, right? But yeah, we would do like the most, the most destructive shit. Like, you could make a fucking TV series out of what we would do. Like, My other manager would like ride his bike around the store, like his motorcycle, like in between the aisles. We would get, we would get shipments of like new product, and I remember we'd have these challenges of like who can hit the product pile harder. And like it'd come in like a really big tall box of like, of like 20 crates just filled with shit like erasers, fucking scissors, whatever. And like we'd have to like put all that shit away in the aisles instead of doing that. We'd like run at it full speed like a football player and just knock it over and it'd fucking blow up and just go everywhere. And then we make like the other employees clean it that like wouldn't be in on it. And we'd be like, oh shit, accident again in the back room. Can you go like clean it up?