Employee Of The Month Page #3

Vince Downey? I've heard of you.

You have the fastest hands

in the southwest.

Oh, boy. Well, I guess my reputation

has preceded me once again.

It's actually 9.1,

now that I set the southwest regional

speed ring competition record.

- That's amazing. I'm Amy Renfroe.

- Oh, wow. Renfroe.

Is that Nordic?

I don't think so.

Well I was just judging from

your Romanesque stature.

I assumed you were from Nordica.

Nordica, that's just north of Timberland,

right, Vince?

Oh, he's quick with a joke

or to light up your smoke.

I see you met Zack.

He's one of our box boys.

Yeah, he's in charge of the boxes.

- Box boy?

- Well, more of a Zack of all trades.

Zack, we still need some boxes

at check stand 10.

Minute.

So many boxes, so little time.

You know I just started my break.

I'd love to show you the store, if you'd like.

- Oh, my God. That'd be great.

- Yeah, let's start off in the cashiers' lounge.

- Okay. Nice to meet you, Zack.

- Nice to meet you too, Amy.

Wow. That's got to hurt.

Man, he is always doing that to you.

Stealing your thunder.

Remember the redhead in Gardening?

Bonked her behind the monkey grass.

And the Asian in Automotive.

Did her on a pile of carburetors.

Oh, and the blond in Frozen Foods

with the "Turkey's done!"

- You remember her?

- Yeah. But it ain't over yet.

Okay.

Russell, I need all the 411 on Amy Renfroe.

She's the new cashier.

- And I need that stat.

- Yeah.

- On it.

- Good.

Lilly, Daddy's coming home.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Come on, guys,

let's respect the sanctity of the clubhouse.

- How's that B-52 coming along?

- Oh, cherry.

Hey, guy, I got the 411

on your little Aphrodite.

All right.

I made some calls.

Got a buddy on the inside.

Cost me a dented cheese pallet,

but I got the scoop.

All right, come on, come on.

Apparently she requested the transfer

due to some romantic issues.

Okay, what kind of issues?

Well, I think she has a thing

for the employee of the month.

No way.

Yeah, that picture goes up on the wall,

she slides into the sack like a singed koala

looking for an all-night burn center.

- No sh*t.

- Yeah.

You know what? I don't believe it.

I know this. We had a moment.

Well apparently

your girl's having another moment.

- Let's go. Let's go.

- Oh, boy.

The bad news, you got carpel tunnel.

Check it out, guy.

He's the alpha male of the store.

Chicks always go after the alpha male.

They're like lions, kings of the desert.

And you,

you're just a little, tiny field mouse

dangling in the teeth of the lion,

while he's banging your chick.

No, wait a minute, box boy.

You're like the little hairy nutsack

on the little hairy field mouse,

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