Yeah. I went back to the Coles I used to work at tonight. I wanted milk and there was no other fucker open that time of night. I tried drinking coffee without milk for a week few years back and it damn near killed me.
Anyway, Coles. I was nervous as hell going in there. It was funny, though: I've only been away for two months and they already have all new people doing the night shift.
Only person I recognised was the evening manager. He's this little dude with a lisp, one eyebrow and too much jaw. I dunno if he recognised me but was right next to me while I was on the way out. I kept my back to him. There was no way I was making eye contact. I think he was knocking off.