Today somebody knocked over a spray bottle of surface cleaner, the spray top broke off, and the cleaner spilled all over the floor.
I grabbed the mop, bucket, and wet floor signs and went to clean it up.
Barely had I started when a woman interrupted me to ask where something was.
Me: Oh, watch your step, there's a puddle here.
The fucking idiot woman looked down at the floor, saw the puddle, saw the wet floors signs flanking it, then STEPPED RIGHT INTO THE MIDDLE OF IT!!!
She didn't fall, but I almost wish she had because since she stepped in a puddle of CLEANER it started attacking the dirt on the bottom of her shoes and caused her to track dirty footprints all down the aisle that I had to mop up.
I grabbed the mop, bucket, and wet floor signs and went to clean it up.
Barely had I started when a woman interrupted me to ask where something was.
Me: Oh, watch your step, there's a puddle here.
The fucking idiot woman looked down at the floor, saw the puddle, saw the wet floors signs flanking it, then STEPPED RIGHT INTO THE MIDDLE OF IT!!!
She didn't fall, but I almost wish she had because since she stepped in a puddle of CLEANER it started attacking the dirt on the bottom of her shoes and caused her to track dirty footprints all down the aisle that I had to mop up.


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