I was at the Dollar Tree, go figure, when all of a sudden I hear Kandi call me on the intercom. “OZzIe, to the bathrooms, quick.”
I knew the moment she said bathrooms, she wasn’t inviting me to the back to buy me a soda. So I reach the back to find some costume shoved (not placed, not dropped but shoved) sixe rolls of toilet paper into one of the commodes >->;; wtf?
Right, so seeing how we could allow anymore customers in there till it was clean, and I wasn’t cleaning it, we then seemed to have a dilemma. And being as cunning and shrewd as I am, I proceed to pile cardboard boxes in front of the bathrooms. After I finished my little project a tiny child came up to me and ask in a squeaky voice “Hey Lady, why are you putting all those boxes up in front of the bathrooms?”
Seeing how I hate being called lady almost as much as I hate noisy kids, I replied by saying “Oh, you mean these boxes. Well, you see, the Dollar Tree is haunted. And the only way to protect our customers from being hurt by these ghosts was to trap them all in the bathrooms. Why, do you need to use the potty?” And with that he literally turn and ran away from me. A few moments later…
*Bing* Ozzie, please come to the office.
((-_-;; s**t)) When I arrive to the front, I am greeted by my manager’s scowl, which seems to be appearing more and more frequently…weird. Standing across from him was a large, and when I say large I mean morbidly obese so that fat from the stomach sags down into the pant legs, standing there with that little child. As it goes the little boy ran to his mother crying “I don’t want to die in the Dollar Tree, let’s go~~~”
When all was said and done, I gave the kid a lollipop and told him that there where no ghouts, just a clogged public toilet ((frankly, I was prefer ghosts over that any day)).
Note to Reader: Don’t bring little children to the Dollar Tree when I am working.
I knew the moment she said bathrooms, she wasn’t inviting me to the back to buy me a soda. So I reach the back to find some costume shoved (not placed, not dropped but shoved) sixe rolls of toilet paper into one of the commodes >->;; wtf?
Right, so seeing how we could allow anymore customers in there till it was clean, and I wasn’t cleaning it, we then seemed to have a dilemma. And being as cunning and shrewd as I am, I proceed to pile cardboard boxes in front of the bathrooms. After I finished my little project a tiny child came up to me and ask in a squeaky voice “Hey Lady, why are you putting all those boxes up in front of the bathrooms?”
Seeing how I hate being called lady almost as much as I hate noisy kids, I replied by saying “Oh, you mean these boxes. Well, you see, the Dollar Tree is haunted. And the only way to protect our customers from being hurt by these ghosts was to trap them all in the bathrooms. Why, do you need to use the potty?” And with that he literally turn and ran away from me. A few moments later…
*Bing* Ozzie, please come to the office.
((-_-;; s**t)) When I arrive to the front, I am greeted by my manager’s scowl, which seems to be appearing more and more frequently…weird. Standing across from him was a large, and when I say large I mean morbidly obese so that fat from the stomach sags down into the pant legs, standing there with that little child. As it goes the little boy ran to his mother crying “I don’t want to die in the Dollar Tree, let’s go~~~”
When all was said and done, I gave the kid a lollipop and told him that there where no ghouts, just a clogged public toilet ((frankly, I was prefer ghosts over that any day)).
Note to Reader: Don’t bring little children to the Dollar Tree when I am working.
