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I don't know what the science center gift shop did to deserve this kind of karma, but it must have been something pretty awful. This all happened yesterday, in this order:
#1.
A school bus broke down in front of the gift shop. Several of us had to go out and push it, the entire school bus, in the Southern summer heat, all the way up the frakin block. Oh, and do the teachers, chaperones, or bus driver pitch in? Perish the thought!
#2.
Someone peed in our stock room. They must have walked out of the science center show, through the door clearly marked Employees Only, ventured into the completely pitch dark hallway beyond and somehow found a door handle. They must have then found themselves in a room with all kinds of toys and stock on the shelves, and thought to themselves "Hey, this looks remarkably unlike a bathroom!". And then let loose a golden stream for us slaves to find all over our stock and floor. It was probably the little girl who kept walking out of the show, asking us where the bathroom was, then ignoring us and going back into the theater. She did that four times. Too bad we didn't discover it until after her school group left.
#3.
We had 200 elementary kids in our gift shop at once. Kids pick up tons of stuff but only have $5, then cry - literally bawl - because they can't get it all. They say we're being racist (since when does them not having enough money mean we're racist?). Then they pick up everything and put it somewhere else, steal things and leave empty containers strewn about, and hand us sweaty wet money when they finally decide what they want. Ew.
#4.
15 minutes to closing. We're in the clear, right? "Wrong!" says the little boy shopping with his father, right before he barfs all over the carpet.
#1.
A school bus broke down in front of the gift shop. Several of us had to go out and push it, the entire school bus, in the Southern summer heat, all the way up the frakin block. Oh, and do the teachers, chaperones, or bus driver pitch in? Perish the thought!
#2.
Someone peed in our stock room. They must have walked out of the science center show, through the door clearly marked Employees Only, ventured into the completely pitch dark hallway beyond and somehow found a door handle. They must have then found themselves in a room with all kinds of toys and stock on the shelves, and thought to themselves "Hey, this looks remarkably unlike a bathroom!". And then let loose a golden stream for us slaves to find all over our stock and floor. It was probably the little girl who kept walking out of the show, asking us where the bathroom was, then ignoring us and going back into the theater. She did that four times. Too bad we didn't discover it until after her school group left.
#3.
We had 200 elementary kids in our gift shop at once. Kids pick up tons of stuff but only have $5, then cry - literally bawl - because they can't get it all. They say we're being racist (since when does them not having enough money mean we're racist?). Then they pick up everything and put it somewhere else, steal things and leave empty containers strewn about, and hand us sweaty wet money when they finally decide what they want. Ew.
#4.
15 minutes to closing. We're in the clear, right? "Wrong!" says the little boy shopping with his father, right before he barfs all over the carpet.
elementary school kids playing the race card?! Gee, I wonder where they learned it from *coughSCparentscough* (Unfortunately nobody seems to have taught them how to count.) Poor GSG...
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