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  • You left a #2 in the fitting room and didn't bother to tell anyone?

    I punched in and immediately checked to see that the fitting rooms were locked and clean. I open the smaller of the two and I saw a #2 there.

    It was the number tag that indicates how many clothing items a customer has brought into the fitting room. And it was just hanging from the hook.

    This poop joke was inspired by a real event that happened just under two hours ago.

    You're welcome.
    Don't waste time trying to convince someone that the sky is blue.

  • #2
    Sounds like your day was crappy from the start (sorry, couldn't resist.)

    While I never worked in the fitting rooms, I recall my first job being at a department store (I worked in the snack bar up front near the checkouts) and we would have quite a few of the store employees come there on their breaks.

    One day, one of the ladies who worked in ladies' apparel at the fitting rooms told me about finding the remains of a period in the floor in one of the rooms.

    Yep, the remains of a monthly period . . . blood and all.

    At the tender age of 19, I was already losing my faith in humanity. . . .
    Human Resources - the adult version of "I'm telling Mom." - Agent Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo (NCIS)

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    • #3
      I have yet to find any real bodily functions so far. There was an incontinent dog and possible a person who seemed to pee in a precise holding (no pun intended) pattern in a perfect square that included parts of the bras and underwear section, some of shoes, and the "alley" between men's shoes and women.

      I don't know if it was my blessed allergies but I was the only person who didn't smell the urine.

      Oh, also, near sporting goods, someone spilled a bottle of deer scent.

      I called over the radio, "Hey, if this attracts a deer, can we cook it in the break room?"

      The ass. manager said no. Awww.
      Don't waste time trying to convince someone that the sky is blue.

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      • #4
        Huh no shit...
        AkaiKitsune
        Sarcasm dear, sarcasm. I’m well aware that dealing with civilians in any capacity will skin your faith in humanity alive, then pickle anything that remains so as to watch it shrivel up into an immortal husk thus reminding you of how dead inside you now are.

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        • #5
          Here we go dookie doo, here we go dookie die...
          I am not an a**hole. I am a hemorrhoid. I irritate a**holes!
          Procrastination: Forward planning to insure there is something to do tomorrow.
          Derails threads faster than a pocket nuke.

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          • #6
            WHO Does #2 WORK FOR?! /Austin Powers
            AkaiKitsune
            Sarcasm dear, sarcasm. I’m well aware that dealing with civilians in any capacity will skin your faith in humanity alive, then pickle anything that remains so as to watch it shrivel up into an immortal husk thus reminding you of how dead inside you now are.

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            • #7
              This news seeping under your feet: "#3 Discovered!"
              I am not an a**hole. I am a hemorrhoid. I irritate a**holes!
              Procrastination: Forward planning to insure there is something to do tomorrow.
              Derails threads faster than a pocket nuke.

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              • #8
                I remember a piece from "Funny Times", to the effect of "My toddler said he used the potty -- I asked him what number he did, and he said '#5!''. Now I'm afraid to go in there....

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                • #9
                  A science fiction writer, Robert L. Forward, had a pair of novels with a gag where an alien species would have #1s, #2s, #3s... Up to a pretty large number. Spoiler: It turned out to be a major part of the plot of the novels.

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                  • #10
                    There was a Retief story where excretion was the better part of valor...
                    I am not an a**hole. I am a hemorrhoid. I irritate a**holes!
                    Procrastination: Forward planning to insure there is something to do tomorrow.
                    Derails threads faster than a pocket nuke.

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