Okay, the public restroom where I work has been out of order for, oh, 8 months or so?
But that's no excuse.
I understand that it is absolutely ridiculous that the owner has not fixed the restroom. But you see me? I am not the owner. I have no authority. Yelling at ME is not going to get the bathroom fixed any faster.
So today I apparently really pissed some old guy off, and it went something like this:
OG - Yeah, the old guy.
LWK - Lady with Kid
M - Me
LWK is paying for her cigarettes, OG throws open the door (which has a sign on it stating that the bathroom is out of order).
OG: Where's your bathroom?
M: It's out of order.
OG: WELL WHAT DO YOU DO UP HERE FOR 8 HOURS?!
M: Our employee restroom barely works.
OG: Well she's really got to pee.
M: Our restroom is out of order.
OG: I've been to three places in this town, is there anywhere around here that has a restroom?
M: I'm sorry, but ours really is out of order. The field lines are over 25 years old, and they're clogged and collapsing, and our toilets just <i>will not</i> flush.
OG: WELL GOD DAMN!
LWK: Hey, I've got a kid in here!
OG: I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR KID! *Storms out*
I mean, honestly. It's not my fault. I SO wish they would fix the restroom, because I'm sick of catching hell about it. People think they're being cute when they start saying things about how I should just go fix it, but when you hear it about a hundred times a day, it stops being amusing, and you can't HELP but roll your eyes at people, especially since there is a sign above my head that says "Please do not hassle the cashiers about the restroom, it's not their fault it doesn't work."
Some days, I really hate people.
But that's no excuse.
I understand that it is absolutely ridiculous that the owner has not fixed the restroom. But you see me? I am not the owner. I have no authority. Yelling at ME is not going to get the bathroom fixed any faster.
So today I apparently really pissed some old guy off, and it went something like this:
OG - Yeah, the old guy.
LWK - Lady with Kid
M - Me
LWK is paying for her cigarettes, OG throws open the door (which has a sign on it stating that the bathroom is out of order).
OG: Where's your bathroom?
M: It's out of order.
OG: WELL WHAT DO YOU DO UP HERE FOR 8 HOURS?!
M: Our employee restroom barely works.
OG: Well she's really got to pee.
M: Our restroom is out of order.
OG: I've been to three places in this town, is there anywhere around here that has a restroom?
M: I'm sorry, but ours really is out of order. The field lines are over 25 years old, and they're clogged and collapsing, and our toilets just <i>will not</i> flush.
OG: WELL GOD DAMN!
LWK: Hey, I've got a kid in here!
OG: I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR KID! *Storms out*
I mean, honestly. It's not my fault. I SO wish they would fix the restroom, because I'm sick of catching hell about it. People think they're being cute when they start saying things about how I should just go fix it, but when you hear it about a hundred times a day, it stops being amusing, and you can't HELP but roll your eyes at people, especially since there is a sign above my head that says "Please do not hassle the cashiers about the restroom, it's not their fault it doesn't work."
Some days, I really hate people.
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