So Shell and I worked our first official joint shift together at the adoption center tonight. It was definitely an interesting night, with two parties ready to adopt two cats by the time we got there. After that it was pretty slow…until the crackhead decided to visit.
Shell was cleaning up and I was talking to her, and all of a sudden this guy walks over. Between the dirty clothes, nasty skin, and missing teeth, I was pretty sure he was a crackhead. By the time our encounter with him was over, I am positive that he was a crackhead.
So the guy decides to bang on the glass and shout “HEY!” at us. Shell opens the door and greets him. He says, “can I see the puppies.” This was when I knew for sure he was a crackhead, since all we have are cats there, and you can see them all right through the glass window, so there was no way a sane/normal person would mistake them for dogs.
Shell says, “Ummm…no, they’re cats, and we’re getting ready to close. Were you interested in adopting?”
Mr. Crackhead said, “No my mom adopts the animals. I just wanted to see them.”
Shell says, “Well, since we’re getting ready to close up, you can view the animals online on our website.”
The crackhead then grabs a magazine and says “can I put my name on here?” Shell says, “no, that’s a magazine for the shelter.”
Then he grabs a slip of paper and says, “can I put my name on here?” Again, Shell says “no,” and this time, I think he gets the hint that he’s acting like an idiot.
He looks at Shell and says, “Sorry, I just make up stupid stuff as I go.” He then turned and walked away…






