A few weeks ago an old man got hit by a car outside the shop. Me and Luke went out and helped, calling an ambulance and making sure they were okay etc. The old man was fine, he was more worried about his wife who was quite shaken. My boss John showed up at the end when paramedics were dealing with it and didn’t help at all.
While I was on holiday the old man (Albert Daniels, which might be the best old man name in the world) came into the shop with two bottles of whiskey to say thanks. Luke had one and John took the other. I called him out on it today and asked why he didn’t give it to me. He said something about how he should get it because he is the boss… Ten minutes later a guy who I tattooed the other day stuck his head round the door and called me outside. He is a fucking ice cream man and wanted to give us free ice cream.
I had one for myself and I let Luke have one. I said John wouldn’t be interested and I went and ate it in front of him. He was visibly upset by this. Fuck you John, I win this round