After close, my colleague called me over to another aisle to show me a problem he'd discovered.
As near as I can determine, some FUCKING ASSHOLE opened a jar of rubber cement, and proceeded to pour it out all over the remaining bottles of rubber cement and several boxes of glue sticks. Then they took a two pack of scotch tape and smooshed it into the puddle of glue on top of the glue sticks. The whole mess was stuck into a solid mass and there was rubber cement all over the shelf.
I know this was intentional because 1) there was rubber cement on TOP of the stuff, not just leaked onto the shelf, and 2) we found the seal from a bottle of rubber cement on the floor right in front of this mess. However, I did not find the empty bottle.
I hate people.
*sips a Navy Grog*
As near as I can determine, some FUCKING ASSHOLE opened a jar of rubber cement, and proceeded to pour it out all over the remaining bottles of rubber cement and several boxes of glue sticks. Then they took a two pack of scotch tape and smooshed it into the puddle of glue on top of the glue sticks. The whole mess was stuck into a solid mass and there was rubber cement all over the shelf.
I know this was intentional because 1) there was rubber cement on TOP of the stuff, not just leaked onto the shelf, and 2) we found the seal from a bottle of rubber cement on the floor right in front of this mess. However, I did not find the empty bottle.
I hate people.
*sips a Navy Grog*
Comment