D.O.P.-T.

Once again, despite advance explanations and warnings, I had to shut down the booths and virtually throw customers out of the store in order to close up. The last hour was a mob scene, including a customer hiding in the bathroom from the cops and receiving some sort of stern talking to. The hubbub barely died down while this was going on, so I have no clue what it was about. I cleaned the one booth with suspicious residue in it, threw the money in the safe and ran out of there. No wonder I have difficulty winding down enough to go to bed after I get home.