After lunch I was crossing the sales floor to return to my department. I notice a trail of blood, about a drop every foot, going up one of the grocery aisles. I check the adjacent aisles, and see the trail continuing through seven other aisles. In each aisle, there are various locations where the blood was pooled. Obviously, that's where the customer stopped to look at something on the shelf, as there are twenty or thirty drops of blood grouped together.
I wasn't terribly concerned. This happens occasionally. Customers pick up bloody, leaky packages of meat in the meat department, and place it in their shopping cart in such a way that the blood starts to drain out of the package, then walk through the store oblivious to the trail of blood they are leaving behind. Normally, I'd just inform the front end clerk responsible for cleaning it up, and be on my way. But, we had recently been made to watch one of those service motivation videos that are designed to make you care more about service, push you to work harder, and make the extra effort. So stupid me decides that I'll take care of this myself, mainly because all the puddles of blood I found were a clear slip and fall hazard.
I searched for the customer, figuring that stopping them would be the best place to start cleaning this up. I follow the trail around the store. Finally, I see that the trail ends next to this man standing in front of the milk case. On the floor next to him is a small puddle of blood. I gently interrupt him as I start looking over his cart of groceries. I tell him that I think he has some meat in his cart that is leaking blood all over the store. Imagine my surprise when I see that there are no meat packages in the cart! I start feeling a little embarrassed, as I think I must have the wrong customer. As I start to explain myself, I notice he has a fresh plaster cast on his arm, like he had recently broken it. And the end of the cast, where his fingers protruded, was soaked red with blood. He lowered his arm slightly as he turned toward me, and a bunch of blood dropped out! I said, "Sir, do you know you are bleeding?" All he says is "Oh, wow. Sorry." He then lifts his arm a bit so that the bloody end of the cast is angled upward, and he continues shopping! He also continued bleeding a good steady drip.
I decided I wasn't going to deal with this. I notified the guy responsible for cleaning floor spills, and told him he'd need to break out the biohazard kit.
I honestly don't know what is wrong with some people. He wasn't bleeding a slow drip either. It was a good steady drip. It would be one thing if he just wasn't aware that he was bleeding, because of numbness or something. But he had to have known before I spoke with him. The end of the cast was so soaked with blood, there is no way he was unaware of it. I don't care if he doesn't want to take care of himself, but he clearly didn't give a crap about us. Geez! This is a grocery store! Cleaning up your bodily fluids is not something we should have to deal with!
I wasn't terribly concerned. This happens occasionally. Customers pick up bloody, leaky packages of meat in the meat department, and place it in their shopping cart in such a way that the blood starts to drain out of the package, then walk through the store oblivious to the trail of blood they are leaving behind. Normally, I'd just inform the front end clerk responsible for cleaning it up, and be on my way. But, we had recently been made to watch one of those service motivation videos that are designed to make you care more about service, push you to work harder, and make the extra effort. So stupid me decides that I'll take care of this myself, mainly because all the puddles of blood I found were a clear slip and fall hazard.
I searched for the customer, figuring that stopping them would be the best place to start cleaning this up. I follow the trail around the store. Finally, I see that the trail ends next to this man standing in front of the milk case. On the floor next to him is a small puddle of blood. I gently interrupt him as I start looking over his cart of groceries. I tell him that I think he has some meat in his cart that is leaking blood all over the store. Imagine my surprise when I see that there are no meat packages in the cart! I start feeling a little embarrassed, as I think I must have the wrong customer. As I start to explain myself, I notice he has a fresh plaster cast on his arm, like he had recently broken it. And the end of the cast, where his fingers protruded, was soaked red with blood. He lowered his arm slightly as he turned toward me, and a bunch of blood dropped out! I said, "Sir, do you know you are bleeding?" All he says is "Oh, wow. Sorry." He then lifts his arm a bit so that the bloody end of the cast is angled upward, and he continues shopping! He also continued bleeding a good steady drip.
I decided I wasn't going to deal with this. I notified the guy responsible for cleaning floor spills, and told him he'd need to break out the biohazard kit.
I honestly don't know what is wrong with some people. He wasn't bleeding a slow drip either. It was a good steady drip. It would be one thing if he just wasn't aware that he was bleeding, because of numbness or something. But he had to have known before I spoke with him. The end of the cast was so soaked with blood, there is no way he was unaware of it. I don't care if he doesn't want to take care of himself, but he clearly didn't give a crap about us. Geez! This is a grocery store! Cleaning up your bodily fluids is not something we should have to deal with!
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