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I had two real gems today.
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I was working with the spraypaint today, putting it all away so the paint guys could do their thing. A lady approaches me and asks about the spraypaint. She seems nice enough, sure. We get to talking about the various kinds of spraypaint; she has to paint her kid's tricycle. She asks me if it's safe on flesh. I tell her that it's inadvisable, but I'm not sure if it's toxic or anything.
So here's what she does. Faster than I would think a lady her age could move, (Wasn't that old...) she takes off the cap of a can of Black Gloss spraypaint, and points it in my direction and starts spraying. I quickly jam my wrist beneath hers and force it upward as she starts spraying, and the spray hits many cans of paint behind us. I wrench the can out of her hands, and tell her that she has to buy it now that she's tried it. She actually does, and apologizes for ruining the shelves. The manager actually banned her from the store for malicious behavior. Didn't make her clean it up or anything though. I mean the spraypaints are locked up for a reason.
Later, when I was telling my Coworker about it, they told me a story that's been passed around the news lately about a few little kids who thought it'd be funny to spraypaint their friend during a sleepover. The kid died due to the chemicals on his skin. Something like that. So yeah, I'm a bit wary...
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I was helping a customer in the bulb aisle. They usually bring in the old bulb for comparison. It's a good thing. [/MarthaStewart] We concluded our business and she "let me keep the old bulb." (Meaning "I'm too lazy to throw this out, or I don't know what to do with it, so here, you can have it." So now I have a little appliance bulb! Not having any extra hands, I keep it in my pocket.
Yep. I'm a moron.
As I'm walking down the aisle, some huge arsehold sees it and says "Hey, is that free to pop?" I'm distracted by looking around things to fix, and dunno what he's talking about. Then I watch as he giggles and slams his palm into my vest pocket, and the bulb shatters in my pocket. The vest, shirt, and undershirt, as well as a piece of cardboard I keep as a little fan, protected me from the worst of it. I was so shocked I didn't know what to say. I give him the glare of death, and stomp off to empty out my pocket into the dumpster in the back room. I don't know what happened to him after that. No real damage was done, (The pens I keep there got scratched up a little, but that's it.) so I didn't feel it was worth pursuing. If the slivers had gone in, though, ... oh lordie I don't even know what I would have done. I probably would have shown him the blood.
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I was working with the spraypaint today, putting it all away so the paint guys could do their thing. A lady approaches me and asks about the spraypaint. She seems nice enough, sure. We get to talking about the various kinds of spraypaint; she has to paint her kid's tricycle. She asks me if it's safe on flesh. I tell her that it's inadvisable, but I'm not sure if it's toxic or anything.
So here's what she does. Faster than I would think a lady her age could move, (Wasn't that old...) she takes off the cap of a can of Black Gloss spraypaint, and points it in my direction and starts spraying. I quickly jam my wrist beneath hers and force it upward as she starts spraying, and the spray hits many cans of paint behind us. I wrench the can out of her hands, and tell her that she has to buy it now that she's tried it. She actually does, and apologizes for ruining the shelves. The manager actually banned her from the store for malicious behavior. Didn't make her clean it up or anything though. I mean the spraypaints are locked up for a reason.
Later, when I was telling my Coworker about it, they told me a story that's been passed around the news lately about a few little kids who thought it'd be funny to spraypaint their friend during a sleepover. The kid died due to the chemicals on his skin. Something like that. So yeah, I'm a bit wary...
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I was helping a customer in the bulb aisle. They usually bring in the old bulb for comparison. It's a good thing. [/MarthaStewart] We concluded our business and she "let me keep the old bulb." (Meaning "I'm too lazy to throw this out, or I don't know what to do with it, so here, you can have it." So now I have a little appliance bulb! Not having any extra hands, I keep it in my pocket.
Yep. I'm a moron.
As I'm walking down the aisle, some huge arsehold sees it and says "Hey, is that free to pop?" I'm distracted by looking around things to fix, and dunno what he's talking about. Then I watch as he giggles and slams his palm into my vest pocket, and the bulb shatters in my pocket. The vest, shirt, and undershirt, as well as a piece of cardboard I keep as a little fan, protected me from the worst of it. I was so shocked I didn't know what to say. I give him the glare of death, and stomp off to empty out my pocket into the dumpster in the back room. I don't know what happened to him after that. No real damage was done, (The pens I keep there got scratched up a little, but that's it.) so I didn't feel it was worth pursuing. If the slivers had gone in, though, ... oh lordie I don't even know what I would have done. I probably would have shown him the blood.
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