Finally, a couple of days ago I got around to unboxing Stormy's plenteous gifts...no time for the scrolls, but long overdue on disposing of rotting fruit...

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The schedule, it changes 3 times a week. I check it every time I go in. The shifts, they're covered by people I've never met, my days off hinge on people who've been hired sight unseen showing up to do the job, and so far we're not doing so good. #1, no experience serving, we try to train her but this is not the place to cut your teeth. Another server, come with her chef boyfriend from Ontario, they show up for 3 days then contrive a family emergency, disappear. Another couple, chef and server, show up to replace them, work 3 days and then do a midnight move, they don't even have a car, got out of there with their luggage and their thumbs. Half the people on the schedule I've never met, never meet, or cross paths with only briefly, and my every day off depends upon them...

7 weeks of summer to go, weather it all until the September long weekend and I can get back to my own devices...

June, later, the summer's begun but today it's off to a slow start. The owner's been around to warn me there's an odd one standing in the doorway to the restaurant, talking up a storm, must be on speed or something...

The owner, he dates himself, there's been a lot of good drugs circulating since speed was invented. I get the restaurant open, a single man, sitting on the patio, he was talking to the odd one outside, listening more like, unable to get a word in edgewise, odd one is off - "YEAH YEAH JUST CAME FROM PROCTOR... HAVE YOU EVER BEEN? ANYWAYS, I HAVE A FRIEND IN KAMLOOPS OWNS A CASINO....", I get the conversations secondhand through the customer, the owner, this one is off his nut for sure, and I'm just waiting for him to come on in and make my day. A beautiful day on the patio, one single customer, orders, waiting for his food...I'm not looking forward to Talkie, nut-job coming in but so far he's content to loiter around the entrance chatting to whosoever swings by...

Finally he enters, only he's running, bolting for the patio, he gets on it and behind him there's an RCMP officer, he's trying to hide himself behind, shield himself with the customer he was talking to outside...

"Hey, hey, what's up, why are you so edgy, I just want to talk..." begins the officer, it's a she, she's trying to calm him down...

This is my first glimpse of him, he's sketchy as all out, crack would be a good guess, way-too-much, this guy stayed too late at the party and finished off all the little baggies, probably a few other drugs in there as well...

"YOU - YOU'VE GOT A GUN!!!" he tells her, hiding behind the chair, and, really, as sketched out as he is his logic is irrefutable, he's right, I want to laugh, hang out, but really I've got work to do and I don't want to be the gawker and so I leave the RCMP officer to do her job. And, really, I'm more than a little sympathetic to the guy, I'll get the details later but who hasn't stayed a little to late at the party and dipped a little too much into the baggy? I'm not one to judge...

The officer, she wrestles him, gets him handcuffed to a chair, he's asking what he's being charged with...

Follow with another 4 RCMP officers, 3 cars and a ghost car, all taking up the parking lot, we're swarming with Cops, a busy day in Balfour...

Exit waiter. The story, as it later unfolds to me, he'd pulled up in a convertible BMW, stolen the day before in Nelson, apparently he'd stopped at 12 Mile for gas, they'd called him in, realized he was in no position to be driving...he'd denied the BMW but he'd pulled into our lot and parked beside the owner so that failed. And now he's being taken into Nelson to chill for a day or so and then go in front of the judge.

I go out while the owner's giving his statement - "So, I guess that means we're still looking for a Chef...".

The RCMP officer, he gets it, he just laughs, I mean, in Balfour we're the biggest users of the police, forever pressing assault charges against disgruntled employees who chose the less than graceful exit, the owner, when the penny drops he laughs as well...

My heart goes out to the guy, even though I wasn't invited to his party I'm with him, who hasn't wanted to go on a crack-addled crime spree, damn the consequences, and 4 RCMP officers does seem like a gross overreaction to a guy just out looking for a good time. And, sad to say, whatever other charges he faces the impaired driving will be the one that sinks his ship...

This is one of a dozen surreal loot drops by Stormy I've endured the past month. The debris piled up and only waited my unboxing, which finally I got around to after a fashion, if only to clean out the car and make room for my rocks. The scrolls, there are a hundred or so to be unraveled, but that as time permits...

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