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Let me preface that if you’re easily offended or your sitting around someone who’s easily offended and reading this out loud for whatever reason you should probably stop now.
Ready….
Okay.
Let me Preface this part by saying I enjoy having the mentally handicapped in the store. They’re usually friendly, they go out of their way to be helpful, and even if they’re more in the way than helping it’s the thought that counts. Okay. Let’s Go.
We have this mentally challenged guy (MC’s from now on) that comes in every once and a while, we’ll call him Bob, though that’s not his real name.
Well, Bob is one of the meaner MC’s we get in the store in that he’s not nearly as bad as some “intelligent” customers but he thinks that if he yells a lot he’ll get his way. Kind of like a child throwing a tantrum.
Bob leaves his caregiver (I’m not sure what the actual term is) and runs towards the back, Yelling that he has to go to the bathroom.
2 points:
Bob had to #2
Bob didn’t make it to the bathroom.
Well that’s not entirely true, he finished in the bathroom, but not before leaving a trail of several very large piles down the frozen food aisle. And another pile on the bathroom floor. Guess who had to clean that up?
But that’s not where it gets bad…I’ve cleaned up worse messes, not many but there was the lady who did her business after trying to flush a tampon down the toilet. Or the guy that did his business and tried to flush his underwear down with it…
No ,where it gets bad is that Bob comes out of the bathroom with entire back of his legs caked in poo. He then relocates his caregiver lady and they both proceed to shop as normal.
Did I mention that this is a grocery store and that people probably don’t want to buy their food at a place where a guy walks around with half his body covered in fecal matter? So the Assistant manager goes to try and convince them to leave. He was very nice, offered to hold their groceries if they wanted to come back but they couldn’t stay in the store with Bob in his current condition.
Well She threw a fit. We were discriminating because he was handicapped and she was going to call the ACLU, and she had never been treated so badly…you’ve all heard this I’m sure.
She continued screaming at the AM until a passing customer said “Lady he’s got poo on him.”
Well he didn’t say “poo” and he didn’t say “Lady” he used more colorful terms but it got the point across. She left swearing never to come back.
30 minutes later when she came back, Bob had been cleaned up…mostly. He still had on the same shorts. We gave up and let them shop.
I was telling this story the next day and a customer was offended because I described Bob as retarded instead of mentally handicapped in my story.
I said “Lady, I cleaned up his sh-t off of the floor, I’ve earned the right to call him whatever I want.”
I got written up for that…
Ready….
Okay.
Let me Preface this part by saying I enjoy having the mentally handicapped in the store. They’re usually friendly, they go out of their way to be helpful, and even if they’re more in the way than helping it’s the thought that counts. Okay. Let’s Go.
We have this mentally challenged guy (MC’s from now on) that comes in every once and a while, we’ll call him Bob, though that’s not his real name.
Well, Bob is one of the meaner MC’s we get in the store in that he’s not nearly as bad as some “intelligent” customers but he thinks that if he yells a lot he’ll get his way. Kind of like a child throwing a tantrum.
Bob leaves his caregiver (I’m not sure what the actual term is) and runs towards the back, Yelling that he has to go to the bathroom.
2 points:
Bob had to #2
Bob didn’t make it to the bathroom.
Well that’s not entirely true, he finished in the bathroom, but not before leaving a trail of several very large piles down the frozen food aisle. And another pile on the bathroom floor. Guess who had to clean that up?
But that’s not where it gets bad…I’ve cleaned up worse messes, not many but there was the lady who did her business after trying to flush a tampon down the toilet. Or the guy that did his business and tried to flush his underwear down with it…
No ,where it gets bad is that Bob comes out of the bathroom with entire back of his legs caked in poo. He then relocates his caregiver lady and they both proceed to shop as normal.
Did I mention that this is a grocery store and that people probably don’t want to buy their food at a place where a guy walks around with half his body covered in fecal matter? So the Assistant manager goes to try and convince them to leave. He was very nice, offered to hold their groceries if they wanted to come back but they couldn’t stay in the store with Bob in his current condition.
Well She threw a fit. We were discriminating because he was handicapped and she was going to call the ACLU, and she had never been treated so badly…you’ve all heard this I’m sure.
She continued screaming at the AM until a passing customer said “Lady he’s got poo on him.”
Well he didn’t say “poo” and he didn’t say “Lady” he used more colorful terms but it got the point across. She left swearing never to come back.
30 minutes later when she came back, Bob had been cleaned up…mostly. He still had on the same shorts. We gave up and let them shop.
I was telling this story the next day and a customer was offended because I described Bob as retarded instead of mentally handicapped in my story.
I said “Lady, I cleaned up his sh-t off of the floor, I’ve earned the right to call him whatever I want.”
I got written up for that…
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