F 1 D 0 - 2004 08 02 at 1200 Robbed yesterday. Drama. I love it. That's why I picked the title you see. But the more correct title is "Scammed Yesterday." A teen comes in, pays me 5.00, and I wait for her to come up with change. I accept, and then she demands her 15.00 in change; she gave me a 20.00 she says. I should have contacted head cashier promprly, before she left the till. She must be a pro at this. So my station was short, perhaps for the first time since I've been doing this job. It was short by more than 30.00, but it's curious how that might happen. I didn't feel bad about that, but it affected me for the rest of my shift. But I was a slacker yesterday. We were busy, and not. You see, we had six cashier right to closing. Closing! You heard right. Today is a holiday, and while the store is open 930-600, it closed up last night at 11pm. So now and then we have to ask all of the customers to leave, and they aren't used to that. At All. So at quarter to closing, I wandered the aisles and asked them to cash out. (yeah, right, they will rush to the cash). Announcements every five minutes. (no real effect) Lock the front doors. (that worked). I got out early enough, to find that our local miniature Tim Hortons had a non threatenening fire. A donut "baking" machine was making smoke. When I got inside Spadina Station, there were polices everywhere. Downstairs I saw the problem. Some idiot had taken a joy ride into the subway by following the streetcar tracks downstairs. He must have been going fast. For one thing, the tracks downstairs don't have a road component. They are more like train tracks. For another, the turns are tight, so you don't see very far, perhaps two carlengths ahead. It must have been a very exciting ride. The car was jammed halfway into the backend of the streetcar. It didn't look very good. To get it that jammed, I suspect a speed of 40 mph, when the streetcars usually go about 5 mph. It was a mess. I think the passengers were very excited right up to the last second. I doubt they're alive. A streetcar is kinda big, kinda heavy, and it has a big connector in the back for joining to the next streetcar which pierces the windshield and generally makes you sorry you tailgated the TTC. I rushed into the subway, and went east to see Tim. I wanted to get together earlier, but I forget exactly what we did yesterday. I walked with Jeff in the morning, and oh yes, I remember now: we went to Yonge and Bloor in search of specific socks. Found them. The downtown dollar stores have the best socks. I have plenty; but Jeff needed some more. My time with Tim was good. He was out of protein food. Lucky I showed up. I came with a container of sliced turkey and gravy, courtesy of the deli dept. I knew it was a good find when I saw it, and purchased two of them. I ate one during my break, and figured Tim would like it. I didn't know he'd be needing it. So the rest of my visit involved defrosting a package of pork chops in the microwave, poaching them briefly, and frying them up for him to have. He's staying at Tom+Cindy's to watch their animals while they are camping. So far so good. Okay, Tohbi the Dane has eaten all of his rations already. He's supposed to be free feeding, and they left him a rubbermaid bin full for their trip. All gone. I'm not sure what Tim is going to do about that. He'll deal. I want to offer you more details, but I have an early shift today. I have to be there for 130pm, to closing. That's all I know.