>>571869I once worked part-time at a gas station 7-11. It was in Nevada, and there weren't many cars that actually stopped. It was a pretty good job, and I got to know a few co-workers.
One summer day, I was restocking the soft drinks in the fridge while a coworker was at the register. We were enjoying the air-con and shooting the shit.
A few minutes later, a white Toyota pulls up. It was in pretty bad shape - the paint was scratched in a lot of places, and one rear-view mirror was missing. Then an Asian-looking guy got out of the car, looking all panicked and shit. He glanced left and right, then entered the store. Both me and my coworker were kind of alarmed, because our first thought was "drug addict" and I half-expected him to pull a knife on us or something. Of course, it didn't happen. He walked over to the fridge and got a can of Red Bull, then asked for a pack of cigarettes. He looked really nervous - he paid with change, and he almost dropped it twice while counting the coins. Then he asked if there was a bathroom, and we pointed him to it. The bathroom was at the end of a corridor to the side of the store. He took his Red Bull and his cigarettes, then we heard him locking the door. He didn't come out. I thought he might've OD'd on heroin and passed out or something, and unlocked the door with my key.
He wasn't there. The Red Bull was on top of the toilet cistern, and the cigarette box was lying in the sink, looking like it was stepped on. But the guy just wasn't there. The only way out of the toilet was the door, and a tiny (8" × 2", I would guess) metal ventilation grille near the ceiling. The door was locked until I came in, and no one could've fit through that grille. My coworker half-joked that the guy must've done some ritual and flew off or something.
That was the end of the story. We told the story to some other coworkers, who didn't know what to make of it. No one ever came to ask about the man or anything. It was a very bizarre experience.
