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Please do NOT let your dog urinate in our shop!
So, just a bit of background first. I work at a liquor store, and since I started over two years ago, I haven't heard any rules regarding allowing animals in the shop. I know that we've allowed dogs in the past, particularly the purse-dwelling sort, and occasionally a kitten. I always assumed that since all product is closed, and we are a privately-owned shop, we could set the rules as we like.
The other thing to know is that on a rug near the front doors we have two small potted trees. I think you can see where this is going.
Well, today, in the midst of a small rush, this particular twit came ambling in with a bulldog. Lovely animal at first glance, a handsome brindled (the dog, not the twit.) As I turned to greet him, he immediately started making excuses:
Twit (SC): "It's okay if I bring him in, right? I don't want to leave him outside; it's okay, right?"
Me: "Oh, yeah, sure, whatever..."
I started to turn back to my other customers, but something made me glance back again, and I saw, to my shock, that the dog had lifted a leg and was pissing on one of the potted trees!
Me: "HEY! STOP THAT!"
Twit immediately called his dog, making whiny, incessant apologies. I tuned him out, believing that once the dog was away from the trees, all would be well.
Not so.
Only a minute later, while I was in the midst of serving Twit, I happened to look around to see what his dog was up to. And what his dog was up to was peeing on our bagged snack display!
Me: "HEY! COME HERE! STOP THAT!"
Twit: "OH, I'm so sorry, I don't know what's up with him. Sorry. I'll buy you a beer...?"
Me: "No, it's... fine." Said in a voice that I hope implied that it was fine like an icepick through the eye is a minor irritation.
I don't know why I let him off easy - I'm known for not putting up with nonsense from customers. I think it was that I was in shock, and also that I just wanted him the get the hell out of my shop before more damage was done. I could feel my cheeks burning with rage for ten minutes after he left. And, to make it even better, I had a steady line-up, so it took me a good while to finally be able to run to the back for cleaner and a mop.
And that was literally only an hour after the Worksafe BC inspector had passed through.
More on the rest of my week in another post.
Please do NOT let your dog urinate in our shop!
So, just a bit of background first. I work at a liquor store, and since I started over two years ago, I haven't heard any rules regarding allowing animals in the shop. I know that we've allowed dogs in the past, particularly the purse-dwelling sort, and occasionally a kitten. I always assumed that since all product is closed, and we are a privately-owned shop, we could set the rules as we like.
The other thing to know is that on a rug near the front doors we have two small potted trees. I think you can see where this is going.
Well, today, in the midst of a small rush, this particular twit came ambling in with a bulldog. Lovely animal at first glance, a handsome brindled (the dog, not the twit.) As I turned to greet him, he immediately started making excuses:
Twit (SC): "It's okay if I bring him in, right? I don't want to leave him outside; it's okay, right?"
Me: "Oh, yeah, sure, whatever..."
I started to turn back to my other customers, but something made me glance back again, and I saw, to my shock, that the dog had lifted a leg and was pissing on one of the potted trees!
Me: "HEY! STOP THAT!"
Twit immediately called his dog, making whiny, incessant apologies. I tuned him out, believing that once the dog was away from the trees, all would be well.
Not so.
Only a minute later, while I was in the midst of serving Twit, I happened to look around to see what his dog was up to. And what his dog was up to was peeing on our bagged snack display!
Me: "HEY! COME HERE! STOP THAT!"
Twit: "OH, I'm so sorry, I don't know what's up with him. Sorry. I'll buy you a beer...?"
Me: "No, it's... fine." Said in a voice that I hope implied that it was fine like an icepick through the eye is a minor irritation.
I don't know why I let him off easy - I'm known for not putting up with nonsense from customers. I think it was that I was in shock, and also that I just wanted him the get the hell out of my shop before more damage was done. I could feel my cheeks burning with rage for ten minutes after he left. And, to make it even better, I had a steady line-up, so it took me a good while to finally be able to run to the back for cleaner and a mop.
And that was literally only an hour after the Worksafe BC inspector had passed through.

More on the rest of my week in another post.
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