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“Okay, I’ll give you that one.”
“Mystery Science Theater 3000.”
“You watch that?” Sully looked impressed, raising one eyebrow and uncrossing his arms.
“Yeah, with my dad. It’s funny as hell.”
“Agreed. But I don’t know how you can love that and not love Homer Simpson. The humor is exactly the same.”
“I don’t think so. I’d rather watch an E.R. marathon than an episode of The Simpsons. That’s how awful it is.”
“What’s wrong with E.R.?” Kevin asked.
“Oh, nothing, I just don’t like medical dramas. They make me woozy.”
“Lightweight.” Sully let out a sardonic laugh, then turned to Kevin. “You know, you remind me of that guy on E.R.”
“George Clooney?” I asked before narrowing my eyes and studying my co-trainee. “Yeah, I guess I could kinda see that. You’re much taller than he is, though.”
“You think?” Kevin said, his cheeks turning pink.
“Oh, yeah.”
“Yo, Clooney,” Sully said, “time to clean the bathrooms.”
“Again?” Kevin groaned. “I just cleaned them yesterday. And the day before.”
Aloof, Sully shrugged. “It’s gotta be done.”
“Oh, man, you’re such a poser, Sully,” Dutch said, hopping up on the counter and tearing open a bag of M&M’s. He poured a bunch into his hand, then popped an orange one into his mouth.
Sully placed one hand on the counter, his nostrils flaring. “Shut up, dude.”
“What is it?” I asked, confused.
“He keeps making the new guy do all the shitty jobs.”
“Like cleaning the bathrooms?”
“Yep.”
“Wait,” Kevin said, holding up one hand. “I thought that was store policy. Newest employee cleans all the messes.”
“What?” I said in disbelief, looking from Sully to Kevin. I hadn’t been told of any such policy.
“Ah, I see. And who told you that?” Dutch said, wiggling his eyebrows and running his hands through his floppy, slightly curly mop of hair.
“Are you serious?” Kevin’s mouth dropped open, and Dutch nodded. Kevin turned to Sully, daggers flying from his eyes. “Not cool, man.”
“That was really stupid, Dutch. In fact, you just shot yourself in the foot. The job is yours now.”
Dutch poured more candy into his mouth before scoffing at Sully, holding back laughter. “Oh, yeah? Says who?”
“Um, yours truly.” Sully pretended to straighten an invisible tie. “The new assistant manager.”
“Co-assistant manager,” I said, my voice teasing Sully, who had just been promoted days before. “Don’t forget about Emmett.”
“Fine, co-assistant manager,” Sully said, mocking my voice. I couldn’t help but laugh.
