Tarzhay wench here.
So last Saturday night, I'm working the fitting room, per usual. Two women with their kids (around 9ish or so) go to try a few things on. No biggie, right?
I'm zoning and straightening things up around my area when one of the little girls looks at me and says, "I need to go to the bathroom." I tell her it's up at the front, on the right. Her mother, I guess, calls her back to the fitting room.
They come out a few minutes later, and I go in the fitting rooms to clear out any debris, when I find this small garbage can (we keep one inside the entrance for trash) in one of the rooms. Hmmm. It wasn't there a few mintues ago...
This
had her kid pee in the damn garbage can!
They were just leaving when I came out there and gave them the Glare Of Death. They pretended they didn't see me, and as they were going towards teh front of the store (where the frickin' BATHROOMS were!) I heard them LAUGHING.
Pigs.
So last Saturday night, I'm working the fitting room, per usual. Two women with their kids (around 9ish or so) go to try a few things on. No biggie, right?
I'm zoning and straightening things up around my area when one of the little girls looks at me and says, "I need to go to the bathroom." I tell her it's up at the front, on the right. Her mother, I guess, calls her back to the fitting room.
They come out a few minutes later, and I go in the fitting rooms to clear out any debris, when I find this small garbage can (we keep one inside the entrance for trash) in one of the rooms. Hmmm. It wasn't there a few mintues ago...
This



They were just leaving when I came out there and gave them the Glare Of Death. They pretended they didn't see me, and as they were going towards teh front of the store (where the frickin' BATHROOMS were!) I heard them LAUGHING.
Pigs.
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