Sunday, July 6, 2014

Mustard Gas

I cleaned the bathroom with the company toilet cleaner and Comet. Then there was a weird smell. And I thought I might be poisoning us all.

This asshole customer came in looking for the "body spray powder from Michael Jackson". It took me a while to understand what the fuck he was asking for, and every wrong answer I gave him the more rude he became. What he was actually looking for was Gold Bond body spray. By Shaquille.

My co-worker called in to say he was in jail and/or police custody so he couldn't come in.

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