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Sorry for the thread title. I just had to lead people into it. 
Story comes to mind from a couple of years ago actually. Working near the front, sweeping up some dirt from the bags of dirt we sell, when a customer who is smoking approaches and begins to walk in the door.
Before he gets in, however, he flicks his smoldering cigarette butt away, not looking where it lands. As luck would have it, (Or ... unluck ... whatever.) the butt lands in the back of a pickup truck (Though it was black, and looked fairly new.) and that looks like the end of it. Guy walks inside, I shake my head in pity, and the sweeping goes on.
Several minutes later, I finish sweeping, and go back inside to attend to the desk I frequent to relieve the Hardware guy of his frustrations with the local fools who don't know what a hammer looks like. It is about when I reach the desk, that I hear over the employee personal radios that there's a pickup outside that's on fire. Not having anything to do at the time, I grab a fire extinguisher box (We sell them.) and rush up front in case they need one. They already had one up front, so they didn't need the one I brought up.
I see a customer rushing outside and fretting about outside of the pickup, looking for something to put it out with. Manager is already rushing outside with the extinguisher that was up there. Customer thanks and grabs it and uses it on the pickup.
I see the original customer who threw the butt looking on, as if completely indifferent, like he's watching a light show. Paid for his stuff and casually left, even walking right by the pickup as the pickup's owner swore up a storm and the strong smell of smoke entered the store.
Story comes to mind from a couple of years ago actually. Working near the front, sweeping up some dirt from the bags of dirt we sell, when a customer who is smoking approaches and begins to walk in the door.
Before he gets in, however, he flicks his smoldering cigarette butt away, not looking where it lands. As luck would have it, (Or ... unluck ... whatever.) the butt lands in the back of a pickup truck (Though it was black, and looked fairly new.) and that looks like the end of it. Guy walks inside, I shake my head in pity, and the sweeping goes on.
Several minutes later, I finish sweeping, and go back inside to attend to the desk I frequent to relieve the Hardware guy of his frustrations with the local fools who don't know what a hammer looks like. It is about when I reach the desk, that I hear over the employee personal radios that there's a pickup outside that's on fire. Not having anything to do at the time, I grab a fire extinguisher box (We sell them.) and rush up front in case they need one. They already had one up front, so they didn't need the one I brought up.
I see a customer rushing outside and fretting about outside of the pickup, looking for something to put it out with. Manager is already rushing outside with the extinguisher that was up there. Customer thanks and grabs it and uses it on the pickup.
I see the original customer who threw the butt looking on, as if completely indifferent, like he's watching a light show. Paid for his stuff and casually left, even walking right by the pickup as the pickup's owner swore up a storm and the strong smell of smoke entered the store.
People and cigarette butts. Grrr.
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