Ok, I am tellin' you a true story, happened today at work.
I work retail, and we sell movies/music and all that jazz. Least till I get my act together and I get a better routine going on. Just trying to pay off bills, seriously.. And I have to wear a dopey shirt and a name tag on a rope. I like my job, mostly because I get to work with people and talk to strangers all day. Gotta fake a shit-eating grin all day, but if you work retail or work with people, you get good at that.
Well, anyway, this woman comes in with her son. The woman has to be late thirties, but she's dressed like she's fifteen-eighteen. She's white, with bleached blond, frizzin' out hair all put up in a bad pony tail, with HUGE bangs, and she's sporting tattoos of men's names all over her exposed skin ( which was A LOT skin exposed ) cause she's wearing basically nothing and does NOT have the body for it. Too much make up too. And her son is about five or six.
She strikes up a convo with some random guy, and I am watching this all take place. Her son says, pretty low, that he has to go to the bathroom. She brushes him off to continue flirting with this nervous lookin guy in the country section. She's flirting pretty heavy, and she won't have her son bothering. So he's doing this little dance.
I do some cleaning up and I notice this is still going on. Her son says, more loudly, that he has to go to the bathroom, and she once again tells him to " Wait till Mommy is done talkin' to this nice man". I am serious. Exact wordage.
This goes on for a bit more, and her son basically says, very loudly, that he HAS to go, and she gives him a look and there's some words back and forth. Her son makes a growly noise and, to everyone's horror, pulls down his pants. And he proceeds to take a bowel movement on the floor of the store. There's screaming, Oh my god, and we call a janitor as the woman yanks up his pants, picks him up and runs out of our store saying, " I AM SO SORRY OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY".
I am just glad I'm not a janitor. Couldn't handle it.
I work retail, and we sell movies/music and all that jazz. Least till I get my act together and I get a better routine going on. Just trying to pay off bills, seriously.. And I have to wear a dopey shirt and a name tag on a rope. I like my job, mostly because I get to work with people and talk to strangers all day. Gotta fake a shit-eating grin all day, but if you work retail or work with people, you get good at that.
Well, anyway, this woman comes in with her son. The woman has to be late thirties, but she's dressed like she's fifteen-eighteen. She's white, with bleached blond, frizzin' out hair all put up in a bad pony tail, with HUGE bangs, and she's sporting tattoos of men's names all over her exposed skin ( which was A LOT skin exposed ) cause she's wearing basically nothing and does NOT have the body for it. Too much make up too. And her son is about five or six.
She strikes up a convo with some random guy, and I am watching this all take place. Her son says, pretty low, that he has to go to the bathroom. She brushes him off to continue flirting with this nervous lookin guy in the country section. She's flirting pretty heavy, and she won't have her son bothering. So he's doing this little dance.
I do some cleaning up and I notice this is still going on. Her son says, more loudly, that he has to go to the bathroom, and she once again tells him to " Wait till Mommy is done talkin' to this nice man". I am serious. Exact wordage.
This goes on for a bit more, and her son basically says, very loudly, that he HAS to go, and she gives him a look and there's some words back and forth. Her son makes a growly noise and, to everyone's horror, pulls down his pants. And he proceeds to take a bowel movement on the floor of the store. There's screaming, Oh my god, and we call a janitor as the woman yanks up his pants, picks him up and runs out of our store saying, " I AM SO SORRY OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY".
I am just glad I'm not a janitor. Couldn't handle it.
