This was totally disgusting. Some anonymous SC should writhe in shameful nightmares tonight . . . and probably won't.
I took my Mom grocery shopping this evening (she doesn't drive, so me or my brother take her every couple of weeks). As we walk down the cereal aisle, my eye lands on an open white styrofoam container with a gnawed fried chicken bone in it. I let a clerk at the end of the aisle know about it; she was very nice about it, thanked me (though she was clearly disgusted with the fact it was there), and took care of it.
Two aisles down, I find another one! I didn't see any staff, and I couldn't stand the idea of leaving it there, so I took it and found a trash can.
Fortunately I keep alcohol jel in my car.
Rat nasty.
I took my Mom grocery shopping this evening (she doesn't drive, so me or my brother take her every couple of weeks). As we walk down the cereal aisle, my eye lands on an open white styrofoam container with a gnawed fried chicken bone in it. I let a clerk at the end of the aisle know about it; she was very nice about it, thanked me (though she was clearly disgusted with the fact it was there), and took care of it.
Two aisles down, I find another one! I didn't see any staff, and I couldn't stand the idea of leaving it there, so I took it and found a trash can.
Fortunately I keep alcohol jel in my car.
Rat nasty.
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