The Store, much like most respectable large businesses, maintains a lost-and-found drawer. At any given moment, it's full of all variety of nonsense. We tag everything that's turned in and document it in a log book, and if they haven't been claimed after two weeks (which they rarely are) we either donate or destroy it depending on what it is, but at any given moment we'll have a giant bundle of ID/debit/EBT cards, a sackful of phones, several handheld game consoles, a buttload of childrens' toys and/or shoes, a dozen or so canes, probably at least one bicycle, and even stranger things. Last week, for example, we wound up with a set of golf clubs, which just raises the question of who would bring their golf clubs into a grocery store in the first place, let alone lose them there.
This phone conversation, however, takes the cake;
Me: Citysville Store, how can I help you?
Caller: Yeah, I think I lost something at your store earlier and I was wondering if anyone turned it in.
Me: I can check on that for you. What is it you're missing?
Caller: My weed.
Me:
Caller: I just went by the weed store before I went shopping and I had it in my pocket, I think it might have fallen out somewhere. Has anyone turned it in?
Me: (checking the logbook just for the hell of it): No, doesn't look like anyone's turned that in.
Caller: OK. I guess I'll call again later in case anyone found it.
Me: ...Well, you have a good night, sir.
(click)
Now, this state has legalized recreational marijuana a few years ago, and we actually do have "weed stores" now. (The Store reserves the right to fire us if we test positive for it on a random UA, but that's a whole other can of worms.) So it's not exactly as bizarre as if he'd called us looking for something more illicit.
It's just... nobody's turning that in to the lost and found, dude. Especially not in this neighborhood. Anyone who finds that lying on the floor around here is gonna assume that Christmas came early. Just write it off, it's gone, it ain't comin' back. Just for fun, I asked one of my co-workers who used to be an LP what they'd recommend doing if someone actually turned in some weed to lost & found; their suggestion was to call LP, see if they wanted anything to do with it, and flush it down the toilet if they didn't.
Anyone else had some bizarre experiences with lost & found?
This phone conversation, however, takes the cake;
Me: Citysville Store, how can I help you?
Caller: Yeah, I think I lost something at your store earlier and I was wondering if anyone turned it in.
Me: I can check on that for you. What is it you're missing?
Caller: My weed.
Me:

Caller: I just went by the weed store before I went shopping and I had it in my pocket, I think it might have fallen out somewhere. Has anyone turned it in?
Me: (checking the logbook just for the hell of it): No, doesn't look like anyone's turned that in.
Caller: OK. I guess I'll call again later in case anyone found it.
Me: ...Well, you have a good night, sir.
(click)
Now, this state has legalized recreational marijuana a few years ago, and we actually do have "weed stores" now. (The Store reserves the right to fire us if we test positive for it on a random UA, but that's a whole other can of worms.) So it's not exactly as bizarre as if he'd called us looking for something more illicit.
It's just... nobody's turning that in to the lost and found, dude. Especially not in this neighborhood. Anyone who finds that lying on the floor around here is gonna assume that Christmas came early. Just write it off, it's gone, it ain't comin' back. Just for fun, I asked one of my co-workers who used to be an LP what they'd recommend doing if someone actually turned in some weed to lost & found; their suggestion was to call LP, see if they wanted anything to do with it, and flush it down the toilet if they didn't.
Anyone else had some bizarre experiences with lost & found?
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