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What I am about to tell you is gross. I'm sorry, but there's no two ways about it, this is a gross story. It's going to gross you out, it grossed me out, it grossed my coworkers out, it had to have grossed out every single person in the store. What makes it especially horrible is that today was not the first time it's happened. In fact, according to my coworker whose reaction was - and I kid you not - "AGAIN?!?!?", it happens roughly once a month. I personally think that's at least a slight exaggeration, since I've been there 2 months, and this is the first time I know of it happening since I started working there, but apparently, what I am about to tell you is not a completely uncommon occurrence. I can't tell you how disturbing that is to me. Someone pooped on the floor in the store today. Someone did, in point of fact, leave a trail of poop in the store today. And it was the foulest frigging thing I have ever smelled in my entire life, and that includes a dead cow so ripe in the hot Texas sun that it had burst. That's right: a burst cow carcass in triple digit Texas summer heat smelled better than the smell that *filled* the frigging store today and actually drove my coworker and me out of the information desk AND made me dry heave twice. I wish I were joking. I wish this were some sordid little tale I made up to freak you guys out, but sadly, it is the god's honest truth. And it's not the first time. And apparently, over the weekend, a little kid peed in the middle of one of the aisles. So word to the wise? Don't sit on the floor in the bookstore. I've done it, you've probably done it, pretty much everyone has probably sat on the floor in the bookstore. But don't. So trust me, do not. Because our method of cleaning? Resolve. And we ran out of it, so the poor girl who volunteered for the job just ended up sort of spritzing the stuff on, making due as best she could, and then taking the...um...particulate portions (would that all of it had been solid matter) out to the dumpster, while the residue (ie. non-solid...vehicle, if you will) was left to sit and fester. And the store? Still smells like poop. :( ::sigh:: copyright 2002
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In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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