*grumbling*

So the quiet night just went out the door because a drunk asswipe who stormed out of the lobby when I couldn’t charge him for a soda and baggie of chips due to our system rebooting just shattered the glass in one of the entrance doors to our second building. And because he’s drunk off his ass, he’s alternating between excuse-making and angry grumbling because I confronted him about it instead of acting like it was just an accident that happened with no-one at fault.