It never dawned on me as a teenager that the cool thing for me to do when I got bored was to go to a store and cause trouble for the people working there. Sad face.
Tonight is a snowy night, but not as bad as it is in other parts of the country. Still, there aren't too many people out and about, and after-school activities like basketball games are generally postponed.
First, while filling stuff off the truck, I notice a couple kids playing Marco Polo in the aisles, which is funny for about five minutes but goes on far longer than that.
Then, about half an hour before I'm to leave, a couple girls come in the store. They ask the kid in electronics where the nearest electrical outlet is so they can charge their cell phones. He directs them to one over in toys.
They then proceed to not charge their phones, but produce a toilet seat and a mirror, set these items on the floor by the outlet, and then one girl turns the immediate vicinity into her personal vanity and takes one of our curling irons out of the package, plugs it in, and curls her hair while the other plays with some of the toys.
I pass them. They giggle and say "You didn't see anything." I go find the planogram supervisor and tell her on the sly "You might want to come over here and see this."
She comes around the corner, notices the girl still styling her flaxen tresses, and calls up the LP lady. She heads over to toys and suggests that curling one's hair is best done someplace other than the clearance swamp. Such as, for example, one's own home. With one's own curling iron.
They're told to leave. The girls protest "The clearance swamp sucks!" and depart.
A short while later, they return, and register their further protest by spitting repeatedly on the floor.
Tonight is a snowy night, but not as bad as it is in other parts of the country. Still, there aren't too many people out and about, and after-school activities like basketball games are generally postponed.
First, while filling stuff off the truck, I notice a couple kids playing Marco Polo in the aisles, which is funny for about five minutes but goes on far longer than that.
Then, about half an hour before I'm to leave, a couple girls come in the store. They ask the kid in electronics where the nearest electrical outlet is so they can charge their cell phones. He directs them to one over in toys.
They then proceed to not charge their phones, but produce a toilet seat and a mirror, set these items on the floor by the outlet, and then one girl turns the immediate vicinity into her personal vanity and takes one of our curling irons out of the package, plugs it in, and curls her hair while the other plays with some of the toys.
I pass them. They giggle and say "You didn't see anything." I go find the planogram supervisor and tell her on the sly "You might want to come over here and see this."
She comes around the corner, notices the girl still styling her flaxen tresses, and calls up the LP lady. She heads over to toys and suggests that curling one's hair is best done someplace other than the clearance swamp. Such as, for example, one's own home. With one's own curling iron.
They're told to leave. The girls protest "The clearance swamp sucks!" and depart.
A short while later, they return, and register their further protest by spitting repeatedly on the floor.

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