Customer Service: The Slow Downfall of Happiness [Chapter Three]

My song to Bella will always be ‘Never Wanted to Dance’ by MSI. Just getting that out there. Cut to the two of us in my car, listening to it, and her not really liking it.
“What, since they don’t play it on Radio Disney you don’t like it?” I ask her.
“Yeah, pretty much.” She says in a sarcastic tone. I roll my eyes, call her a hater, and turn it up louder.
Cut to back when I was nineteen and in a rock band. I played bass, and fucking rocked at it. I remember the first time Bella and I hung out outside of work, she asked for a ride home. We both opened, so we both had the whole night off, and neither of us had anything to do. So driving on the freeway I repeatedly asked,
“What are we doing, fool?” And she kept replying.
“I don’t know.” So fuck it, I decided to go the mall. That was a bad move, it was Christmas time packed. To add it, I had no money to buy anything, nor a need to buy anything. That’s a surprise looking back, I can always seem to find a book worth buying. I digress, we leave the mall not spending a dime, a feat some people would find impossible. *Cough, cough* Tawnya *Cough, cough*. I decide to go back to my house, back when I still lived in the living room. That’s so funny, living in the living room, as if to imply that we don’t live in our own personal rooms. Upon our arrival, all three of my cousins are there, both of my grandpa’s daughters, their girlfriends and boyfriends are too and him as well. We get there and Bella plays cards with my cousins as I try and think of something to entertain her with. Then I help my grandpa put the Christmas tree up, Bella being no help in pointing it straight.
We decide to go get dinner sometime after that, after my younger cousin threw a fit because she couldn’t keep playing cards, after Bella got smashed on by the cousin I actually live with. My cousin still calls her out, to this day, always ready to throw down some cards and whoop Bella’s ass at Speed. We go to the guitarist’s house, he lives in the basement, a dungeon. His room filled with instruments some music shops can’t even afford. We play some Left 4 Dead, and Bella’s actually pretty damn good at it. But she gets scared by the horde of infected people charging for her, and so she throws the controller, admitting defeat.
Ah, zombies! This takes me back, back to the first time I worked over night and the lights turned off, a computer controlled shut off. A way to conserve power. At first I see zombies on the outside of the shop and I freak out. After that day I planned to figure out all the fast routes out of the store, if the need should ever arise. Also, I had to find any places safe enough to hide in or use as a safe house. I had to learn the basics about the store starting with the exits. The store we worked at had four exits: the front door, back door, receiving door, and the roof exit. The front door was flawed by design, a hard push and it would fly open, good for a fire but not for an onslaught of zombies trying to eat your brains, and just so we’re clear, I like my brain! The front door would be a good exit due to its flawed design if this were after society began to fall apart, meaning, after the security systems have died. The last thing I want when trying to flee murderous zombies is to set off an alarm, alerting any within a one hundred foot radius. That would just be stupid. Finally, the glass on the doors is not shatter-proof, therefore, useless.
Move to the back door. Far better in the construction aspect, but zombies can still break throw doors, if they know you’re on the other side. And if it were used as an exit, it might be safer and smarter to leave from the back of the store, not in the middle of a parking lot, full of cars and zombies. So if the above mentioned security systems were off, I would consider taking the back door.
Next, the receiving door. I would never take this door. First of all, you’d have to deactivate the security system designed to prevent intruders from stealing stock from the back room. If you managed to disarm the alarm system, or decided to say ‘Fuck it!’ and ignore the security system, you still have to worry about the padlock physically locking the door closed. Now assume you have the key, or killed the manager who managed to get her stupid ass bitten by a zombie, and took it. You’d still have to open the noisy metal chains and metal grate that is the door. Now again, let’s assume you manage not to get the attention of any zombies during your overbearingly loud exit, you still have a dumpster to run past, and are now in a zombie infested world. You’d be fucked.
Finally, the roof. Sure, you’d set off an alarm, but zombies can’t climb up ladders, so you’d be pretty safe. Then you’d also be on the roof, a place that zombies couldn’t get you. But at the same time, you’d be on a roof, and stranded.
Now that we’ve established your exits, let’s discuss food. There’s one aisle of grocery in our store, that might last you a few months in you really rationed it. There are even less drinks, so you’d die of thirst before starvation. Next thing to consider is, restrooms. There are two, one for each sex, so as long as the water continued to function, you’d be fine. Until you ran out of soap and TP.
So the moral of story, if a zombie outbreak should occur, stay the fuck away from any CVC you come across.
After, we got bored of playing Left 4 Dead, we decided to go get dinner, with Dan. We went to Carl’s Sr., and she got a fish burger! A burger filled with fish! Can you believe it? Oh, yeah! I bought that huge cookie for her, that she never ate, she told me she gave it to her niece. I guess one woman’s trash is another little girl’s treasure. After that night, we didn’t talk too much, and for a long time too. Why you ask? Well, Bella’s boyfriend didn’t find that very approving, his girlfriend hanging out with a disgustingly attractive white male. His looks matched only by Lucifer, the most beautiful angel who ever lived.
That reminds me of the time Tawny started hitting on me,
“Ryan ur eyes r so prtty.” She sent me a text saying, this all coming out of the blue, and coming as a big surprise to me. So I decided to try and pursue this little flirt. But I was soon shot down, no surprise there. Girls often tell me how they feel I’m a player, because of my angelic looks, they fear that I’ll leave them for a prettier and less intelligent girl. Ha! How wrong they all are! Because I couldn’t find a girl to confide in or uh…get jiggy with, I started to focus on my writing. This was all after the terrible events leading me to leave the band on extremely bad terms. But that’s a story for another time. Right now we’re talking about trust. Trust is the primary ingredient in any functioning relationship. I remember telling to Bella about her boyfriend, asking her why he didn’t trust her enough to be cool with the two of us hangout….alone. I think she might be afraid of her own will, that if, let’s say we were both at the beach alone, I think she’d make a move on me. Just sayin’.
I’m a little distracted right now. Speaking of being distracted; that reminds me of how I became distracted by that Asian Slut…

-Sir Jestro