This is my first-hand account of working nights in a convenience store in the mid to late 1980s. Loaded with humorous stories and fun facts of that era, it's definitely worth retelling. I hope it brings a smile and a chuckle to anyone who reads it.
(Excerpt) Henry showed me one time how to defend myself when I didnÕt have a weapon. He grabbed a glass bottle out of the bottle return bin and smashed it on the side of the counter. He held up the jagged edge and said, ÒHereÕs your weapon.Ó I felt so safe knowing that I had this option to protect myself in a pinch. Oh well, time to sweep up some broken glass.