Juggling goth!
I work in a quiet country petrol station where the job opportunities are few and far between.

About a year ago we took on an 18 year old who dresses like death! Black leather trench coat, long hair, guy-liner, leather trousers (!), red contact lenses, the works!

It was great when he first started as I "trained" him, meaning sitting around the majority of the time waiting for him to make a mistake so I can jump in and help. Training is great!

Then he started juggling!

All the time!

He'd be serving customers with one hand, while juggling 3 light-up LED balls with the other. Even when there was a queue, the show had to go on! Some of the young girls loved him, and he had a nice little following.

It all ended in tears (literally!) when he didn't open up the shop one day. When he was called by the manager. Apparently, he'd gone to goth pub with his mates, and they'd left without him, drunk with no money about 20 miles from home (these specialist pubs being few and far between in the country) at 4 in the morning with 2 hours to get home and open/sober up.

He cried on the phone.

He never came back.

I'll miss training that guy!
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