Seriously.
So, I get word from a customer that there's a kid up on top of our shelves in aisle 3 or 4. And from the way he was talking, I knew he didn't mean just on the second shelf, about four-and-a-half feet off the ground, but up on top of our steel, about fifteen feet up. So I radio the managers and they get a ladder to get the kid back down.
Why did this 10~12 year old boy climb to the top of our steel shelving units? Well, he'd lost a shoe. And by "lost," I mean "taken off one of his shoes and thrown it on top of the shelf."
Yes, the boy had thrown his shoe up over the steel, clearly expecting it to fall down on the opposite side. And when this didn't happen, rather than do the smart thing-- like go admit to his parents (or the nearest store employee) that he'd been stupid and get help getting it back-- he'd decided to be stupid again and climb up to get it. He couldn't find it, and then he realized he didn't know how to get back down.
This is the kind of thing that deserves two things from Bill Engval. First is one of his father's "brain dusters." The second is...
Heeeeeeeere's your sign.
So, I get word from a customer that there's a kid up on top of our shelves in aisle 3 or 4. And from the way he was talking, I knew he didn't mean just on the second shelf, about four-and-a-half feet off the ground, but up on top of our steel, about fifteen feet up. So I radio the managers and they get a ladder to get the kid back down.
Why did this 10~12 year old boy climb to the top of our steel shelving units? Well, he'd lost a shoe. And by "lost," I mean "taken off one of his shoes and thrown it on top of the shelf."
Yes, the boy had thrown his shoe up over the steel, clearly expecting it to fall down on the opposite side. And when this didn't happen, rather than do the smart thing-- like go admit to his parents (or the nearest store employee) that he'd been stupid and get help getting it back-- he'd decided to be stupid again and climb up to get it. He couldn't find it, and then he realized he didn't know how to get back down.
This is the kind of thing that deserves two things from Bill Engval. First is one of his father's "brain dusters." The second is...
Heeeeeeeere's your sign.
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