...Thank you so much for throwing that smoke bomb into the shop. No, really. Working retail on Friday nights with all those kids and drunks is just so boring. Having the store fill with smelly, scary smoke while I'm all by myself - because the other guy's on his break out back - really gave my evening that extra buzz. And the running around opening doors and frantically waving huge sheets of cardboard to get rid of the damn smoke was great cardiovascular exercise. I'm not too sure about the effect the smoke had on my lungs though, but hey, swings and roundabouts, right?