So I am working my butt off at both jobs, when at cash the other day, my Manager, a great woman I call Lee, is standing talking. AT the till we have a Betta in a half gallon tank (Which I personally clean every three days). He is a nice betta, friendly and people love him. he's on a large plastic clear cube which we take SPCA donations in.
Wel,l the other day, Lee was talking to me when she turned and eyed the donation box. I guess she wanted to see how much was in it, cause she suddenly grabbed it and tipped it away from her to shake the change up.
And Bob (Which is my name for ALL fighting fish)'s tank was on top of it.
Needless to say, Lee was horrified as Bob's tank slid right off, turned upside down and splashed all over the counter, a container of little rawhide bones, and the floor. Immediately we both carefully got down and started trying to find the poor fish... and couldnt.
We thought he'd flopped under the counter or a bird cage or something, when Lee looked into the container of bones.
And there, amongst the rawhide was Bob, looking okay, if a little startled. so I scooped him out, and went and put him in one of the empty Tropical Tanks for now, so he can have a vacatoin.
We had to write off the bones, though I told Lee we should label them "Siamese Fish Flavored Rawhide Bones" or something. She laughed. It was pretty funny at the time.
PS - the fish is fine. I noticed we had a new guy up front now. Bob II (Bob I is in the tropical tank, looking quite happy at ruling it.)
Wel,l the other day, Lee was talking to me when she turned and eyed the donation box. I guess she wanted to see how much was in it, cause she suddenly grabbed it and tipped it away from her to shake the change up.
And Bob (Which is my name for ALL fighting fish)'s tank was on top of it.

Needless to say, Lee was horrified as Bob's tank slid right off, turned upside down and splashed all over the counter, a container of little rawhide bones, and the floor. Immediately we both carefully got down and started trying to find the poor fish... and couldnt.

We thought he'd flopped under the counter or a bird cage or something, when Lee looked into the container of bones.
And there, amongst the rawhide was Bob, looking okay, if a little startled. so I scooped him out, and went and put him in one of the empty Tropical Tanks for now, so he can have a vacatoin.
We had to write off the bones, though I told Lee we should label them "Siamese Fish Flavored Rawhide Bones" or something. She laughed. It was pretty funny at the time.
PS - the fish is fine. I noticed we had a new guy up front now. Bob II (Bob I is in the tropical tank, looking quite happy at ruling it.)
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