Today I have three tales from Aid of Rite, starting with the earliest happening one.
"My Kids Make Me Steal".
So today was the last day of the BOGO Friskies cans and this guy, Cat Food Man, (CFM), middle aged mild mannered type of guy, comes up to my register with a box of it, asks the price and if the sale only applies to the single cans. CFM buys a load of single cans and seems kind of nervous and rushed, and I don't think anything of it as he half runs to the door. Half a second later, LP Guy Anthony is shoving CFM guy towards the backroom and chatting with the police on his cellphone. All the managers run off to the backroom so I'm thinking, "Hm, big bust" in my mind. All confirmed when friendly police officer comes in and gets directed to the backroom.
Later on I'm bringing the trash to the backroom and Store Manager fills me in on what happened. CFM is in handcuffs chatting to the police and Anthony The guy had been caught stealing superglue and batteries and yelling that his kids make him steal it and this was such an OMG HOOJ inconvenience to him and blah blah blah. Later on I see CFM running past us with his catfood and no police following him, so I don't know the outcome.
"So...About That Accident..."
Why is it that people always assume that when there's a car crash in front of any location that the employees inside automatically know what happened. An accident happened in front of the gas station across the street. The only way I knew ANYTHING about it was that someone came in and told us. My register faces away from the street and there's no windows behind me, only the cigarette case. But EVERYONE for the next half hour after that kept asking me if I knew what happened, who hurt who, whatever.
And finally, my title story.
"The VET Recommended It!"
As I'm leaving (after a blessedly long day, ugh....", I'm stopped by a woman who asks if we have syrup of ipecac. When i tell her no, its no longer for sale because it's ineffective for poisoning, she says, "Ok, then I'll pour hydrogen peroxide down my dog's throat. It'll make him throw up, right?" When I say, it's OT a good idea, she says, "Oh but the VET recommended it. It must be safe."
>_< Whiskey tango foxtrot! Does she NOT get it might KILL him? Oh, and she wanted him to throw up because he ate bad mayonnaise. The dog will end up throwing up ANYWAY.
"My Kids Make Me Steal".
So today was the last day of the BOGO Friskies cans and this guy, Cat Food Man, (CFM), middle aged mild mannered type of guy, comes up to my register with a box of it, asks the price and if the sale only applies to the single cans. CFM buys a load of single cans and seems kind of nervous and rushed, and I don't think anything of it as he half runs to the door. Half a second later, LP Guy Anthony is shoving CFM guy towards the backroom and chatting with the police on his cellphone. All the managers run off to the backroom so I'm thinking, "Hm, big bust" in my mind. All confirmed when friendly police officer comes in and gets directed to the backroom.
Later on I'm bringing the trash to the backroom and Store Manager fills me in on what happened. CFM is in handcuffs chatting to the police and Anthony The guy had been caught stealing superglue and batteries and yelling that his kids make him steal it and this was such an OMG HOOJ inconvenience to him and blah blah blah. Later on I see CFM running past us with his catfood and no police following him, so I don't know the outcome.
"So...About That Accident..."
Why is it that people always assume that when there's a car crash in front of any location that the employees inside automatically know what happened. An accident happened in front of the gas station across the street. The only way I knew ANYTHING about it was that someone came in and told us. My register faces away from the street and there's no windows behind me, only the cigarette case. But EVERYONE for the next half hour after that kept asking me if I knew what happened, who hurt who, whatever.
And finally, my title story.
"The VET Recommended It!"
As I'm leaving (after a blessedly long day, ugh....", I'm stopped by a woman who asks if we have syrup of ipecac. When i tell her no, its no longer for sale because it's ineffective for poisoning, she says, "Ok, then I'll pour hydrogen peroxide down my dog's throat. It'll make him throw up, right?" When I say, it's OT a good idea, she says, "Oh but the VET recommended it. It must be safe."
>_< Whiskey tango foxtrot! Does she NOT get it might KILL him? Oh, and she wanted him to throw up because he ate bad mayonnaise. The dog will end up throwing up ANYWAY.
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