May 2025

  • Broadcasts, Briny Dreams, and Phantom Burnout    Thursday night at Chill & Fill, and Bob stands vertical… a portent of impending doom.   The second red flag? He brandishes a microphone while clutching a coffee mug proclaiming “#1 Defense Attorney.” For the record: Bob’s legal expertise peaked at a contested parking ticket in 2003, which he… Read more

  • Bob’s Announcements    Thursday night at Chill & Fill, and the one-eyed polar bear sign flickers above the entrance like a neon guardian with a perpetual wink. My shift begins with the usual routine… counting the register, checking expiration dates on the milk, contemplating my life choices.   The intercom crackles to life. That familiar static… Read more

  • Bunnies, Bad Milk, and Burnt Botanicals   I arrived for my Tuesday shift at Marty’s Quickmart to find pure chaos—Bob, the owner for the past decade, was dangling from a safety harness, wrestling with a neon sign while a contractor watched nervously below. Aerosmith’s “Livin’ on the Edge” blasted from someone’s truck radio nearby, the… Read more