Wingaersheek beach and a short work day

I had an afternoon shift, so the three of us went to Wingaersheek Beach in Gloucester this morning. My dad brought along a bag of stale potato chips and was feeding them to the gulls, especially one very friendly young one who followed us alongm queeking at us. I think we may have initiated the Massachusetts version of Sam the Doritos-stealing seagull in Aberdeen, Scotland... 

Short shift at work tonight, but it got shortened since the Major Pain in the Neck had scheduled too many people. He asked me if I wanted to leave early, so I took my chances: the teenagers were driving me to distraction. You can only hear the cashier you're sacking for bug other cashiers about filling in for them so many times before you get sick of hearing it. And what is with the young people's need to repeatedly call out the name of a passing friend in an effort to get their attention, and ignore the customer in front of them whom they are supposed to be waiting on?! There's times when I can't help wishing that adolescence was listed in the DSM-IV under forms of temporary insanity....