Deborah and I work in retail at Random Department Store, Inc. as cashiers and fitting room attendants. Lovely.
Being a relatively large store in a relatively populated area, you relatively get a few weirdos pass through those doors.
And just some plain annoying people.
But last week, something happened that I don’t think I will ever forget. No matter how hard I try.
You get a lot of random conversation while you’re checking people out at the register. And that’s how this particular incident began.
It took every ounce of willpower not to positively freak out and drink an entire bottle of hand sanitizer before finishing the transaction, careful not to let my mouth close in any way.
Once he left, still raving about mustangs and other cars I could give a crap about, I doused my face with hand sanitizer for the next three hours while simultaneously shooting daggers at Deborah’s uproarious fit of laughter.
Ah, the unsanitary joys of working in retail.
