Today, I walked into the retail chain of death and spotted an old Hardee's cup stuck inside a boot on the endcap of the shoe department:
1. Gross.
2. Hilarious.
3. Not the worst, so I've been told.
I ran off to the footwear manager to tell her this little nugget of joy, and she informed me that one time, someone spit tobacco into one of the shoes:
1. GROSS.
2. NOT FUNNY.
3. GROSS.
And in the past 2 days, I have worked 15 hours in this store. I also heard the same song 5 times. This was mostly just annoying, with a side of suicide-inducing.
So endeth my day.
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