The Crown Jewel of the Aisle
I was working nights at this liquor store. I step outside to smoke then I go back in and I get to stocking shelves. Well, for a reason I still do not understand, I got Jewel’s “You Were Meant for Me” stuck in my head. I have no idea why…this was in like 2004, long after Jewel’s career had peaked and faded.
Anyway, I’m all high and singing Jewel…loudly…while stocking the cooler when I decide to have fun with it and sing it almost as though it was a YouTube apology video.
So now I’m cry-singing Jewel’s “You Were Meant for Me ” at the top of my lungs, when a customer pops their head around the corner and says, “Um…are you open…and are…are you OK?” Apparently, our door beeper had gone on the fritz…
I tried to explain I was just stoned and fooling around…but they were having none of it and continued to look at me as though I’d lost my damn mind, not just for the remainder of that transaction, but since they were a regular for years after. Story credit: Reddit / AntifaInformationist