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When you’re working, you do really dumb stuff to keep you amused during those slow times. Kinda like college, but safer.

The setting was my place of employment, Chick Fil A. Saturday nights are the slowest, and in my opinion, have the funnest people on the clock.

Our styrofoam cups come in long plastic bags that you poke open at one end. One employee was casually inflating one. Not only do we stock inflatable toys at Chick Fil A, we have helium for balloons.

Soon helium usage was spiraling out of control. We moved onto bigger and badder inflatable items, like gallon jugs.

Yes, you can inflate an empty gallon jug. Of course, the nozzle stays inserted for only about three seconds before the cap blows off. Have you ever heard a gun shot from fifty feet away? That’s what it sounded like.

Things quickly escalated to inflating garbage bags. We wrote our names on promotional materials for new menu items and taped them to the bag. It sounds dumb but you had no idea. This was momentous. We wrote the store’s number on one, then prepared to release the bag into space.

“Wouldn’t it be hilarious if we actually got a call from someone? ‘Yeah, I found a trash bag with this number on it.’”

We rushed out the trash door.

“Jake, get in the picture! Wait for Mandi Karen!”

We were making history.

“Hey guys, Mr. Johnson just pulled up.” He actually didn’t.

I took a picture on my horrible camera phone. It’s still my wallpaper.