Oh No the Floor is wet?!

Yeah sorry about that. It snowed 15 inches just last week, and the floor is wet because you waited until you came inside to stomp the snow off of your shoes. Then when you took them off you set them right next to a tanning bed that's been running non-stop all day and is as hot as a standard pizza oven.

I'll mop it up as soon as you leave, but you see, I'm not really supposed to go in the room while you're in there. And you will be like the tenth person to tell me... "Why don't you get rugs for the rooms?" Why? Because at the end of the night I'm stuck cleaning up 10 soaking wet, smelly rugs.

Plus most people can't walk and chew gum at the same time. The last thing I want is someone tripping over a rug and bashing their face into a glass filled tanning bed. I'm waiting to get sued every second of the day as it is, I don't need to worry about that too. Oh and everyone else that comes in will complain that the rug in the room is wet. See how that works? So I'm gonna stick with what's easiest for me. Just keeping this place going is enough of a pain in the ass as it is. Don't believe me? Hand me $250,000 or $300,000 and I'll hand you the keys, and you'll never find me.

THAT'S WHY IT'S LOCKED!

The back of the store is on an alley and there's a liquor store at the opposite end of the mall. The owner is a really nice guy, but he doesn't really have the "Top Hat Society" for customers. And we are after all a tanning salon, so if you're a black guy, all charges of me being a racist aside, I have to wonder why you're walking in here. And the first thing I tell anyone new when they start working is never open the back door to anyone! EVER.

Well one day I leave it cracked open to let some air in because even during winter it can get really hot in here. And I almost always have a handgun here. Just in case. I mean you never know right? See where this is going? Well one customer of "Al's Liquors" a young black guy, is around all the time. I don't know if he's homeless, or just an alcoholic or whatever but I see him a lot so he isn't unfamiliar to me. I even know his name. Well it's after dark, the back door is cracked open, and I have my back to the lobby when out of the corner of my eye I see a figure on my left that obviously came in through the back door. And he's black. So I swing around, and reach for the pistol. It's a double-action .45, made by Taurus, in case you were wondering. And in a split second I realized it was him. He just came in to say hi. I still see him around occasionally, and I never told him how close he came to getting killed that night.