But... what's this?

    It's closed!?

    What could this mean?

    Christy's doesn't close.

    Then you see it.  A little sign just to the left of the door:

    Coming soon: SHARON-MART.

    "No!" you think to yourself.  "This just isn't right!  Buddy will be unemployed!  He'll go hungry!"

    Just then Buddy walks around the corner.

    "Oh, hi, Brad."

    "Oh, Buddy," you say sympathetically.  "I'm so sorry."

    "Sorry?" says Buddy, surprised.  "What's there to be sorry about?"

    "Well, Christy's... it's gone... Aren't you out of work now?"

    "Heck, no, Braddy-boy," says Buddy.  "I bought the store!"

    "No way!"

    "Way, dude."

    "But... why 'Sharon-Mart'?" you ask.

    "Yeah, I know...  Pretty lame.  My first choice was 'Buddy-Mart', but apparantly there's already one of those over in Stoughton."

    "Oh, that's a drag."

    "Yeah... but I got big plans for this place," says Buddy.

    "Yeah?"

    "Oh, yeah.  I'm talking about stuff like putting the dirty magazines out in front of the counter.  I'm talking about, for example, having a whole big porno video area.  I could even make a little section just for ones that have Merv in 'em."

    "Wow.  Cool!  How 'bout a Webster section?"

    "He does porns?" asks Buddy.

    "No, I just mean Webster shows on tape."

    "Oh, do they sell those?"

    "No, but maybe Merv will let you rent out his or something."

    "Yeah, maybe."

    "This is gonna be so cool."

    "Hey," says Buddy.  "You know, Brad, I could maybe use a little help behind the counter."

    "Oh, uh..." you say.  "I don't Buddy... I... I'm just not really attracted to you in that way."

    "No, you dunce!" says Buddy.  "I mean I need a clerk."

    "Oh!  Heh," you laugh.

    Then you think about it for a while.

    A job.  Hmmmmm.  Almost seems to go against your nature.

    "C'mon, Brad.  What do you say?"

    "Would I, uh... would I get, like, free donuts?"

    "Well," says Buddy.  "I can't really give them to you free, but you're welcome to take them as your form of pay."

    "Well," you think to yourself.  "If he's not giving me any money, then it's almost like not having a job at all!"

    "All right," you say.  "Count me in."

    "Rad," says Buddy.

    You're turning over a new leaf here.  Stepping into uncharted waters.  You're a little nervous.

    But there are donuts on the horizon.

    Good luck, Brad.