I had the worst job in college, truck stop janitor. My GI bill covered everything except food and beer. So for the most part I had it made. The job itself wasn’t bad, I worked third shift. Everything was pretty slow and quiet. It was on a slow night when I was finishing sweeping up when I heard a voice behind me ask,
“Are there any showers available?”
I turned to see this gorgeous little woman, about 5’3″ maybe 120lbs standing behind me wearing cutoff shorts and a Motley Crue T-shirt. She was African American, and I guessed her bra size to be roughly a 36 C.
“Of course” I replied and handed her the plastic card with the code to one of the seven shower rooms from my cart.
“Thanks Sugar, gotta wash this road stank off me.” She said as she sashayed away from me down the hall. I didn’t think much of it, it seemed like a fairly standard interaction. Later on I was stepping out for a smoke when I heard that same voice behind me ask,
“Hey Sugar, you want a beer?”