“I did something bad.”
“Mayyyyyy” I said, pretending to sound scolding, “What did you do?”
May and I were working a closing shift at the LaLaLime, charged with cleaning up the store. She was younger than me, but my manager for the night. She never acted above me or anything like that, though.
“I feel so embarrassed talking about it.” She said, clearly a little ashamed, but I could tell she wanted to tell me real bad.
“I’m not gonna judge you, May!” I said, in earnest. May was a younger co-worker. Her life drama was of no consequence to me. I wasn’t interested in judging any of my younger co-workers, I just ate up their ridiculous stories like candy. It was fun for me to hear what they were up to.
“You will though.”
“I won’t. I’ve done my fair share of stupid stuff. So I can’t judge.”
“Ok, ok. Do you remember the story I told you about that guy Mike getting into a fight outside a bar a few months ago?”
“Yeah, he and that other dude got kicked out of Ralph’s by security and Mike kicked his ass on the sidewalk, right?”