Welcome to our Slash Stories about Kevin, where a Kevin eats a lot of cocaine and wrestles an alligator.

Get up and add it, as my mother used to say.

Get moving, get your skate saw, get your hair done and the race run,

get behind the wheel, get picking up and dropping off.

Get busy, get deliveries done and get home to see mom.

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Our next Reddit post is from Haselaf. I'm going to tell you guys a stupid story and I'm

going to tell it just the way I remember it. Yes, it's about Kevin, but I'm not going to spare

myself here either. I used to be a moron too. I don't have much of a defense except that I'm from

Florida and this took place there. Maybe that's all the defense I need, I don't know.

This story happened during and because of my employment at Radio Shack. If you didn't already know,

Radio Shack workers used to be the absolute effing party animals back in the day.

I tell you this because no one out there seems to understand just how hard a nerd can go

and because it's germane to the story. So yeah, I was working at a Radio Shack in South Florida

and we had just completed our inventory. Anyone who works in retail knows just how awful,

and tedious, and freakishly time consuming an inventory can be. Since this happened back in the 1990s

before QR codes and phasers came about, we had to find, count, and record each resistor,

transformer, and capacitor. We had to count every effing item in the whole store by hand with

nothing but pen and paper. And boy, did Radio Shack have a lot of tiny parts. It was mind-numbingly dull

and the process took several days to complete. This was also back when the movie Titanic came out

and the company had some kind of eldritch corporate partnership which required us to play that

abominable song on repeat all damn day. You know the one. Don't make me say it naturally,

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