Friday, October 23, 2009

Little Toot

At the clothing store where I work, we have a counter with five cash registers.  When it gets busy, there are a bunch of us behind these cash registers checking people out.  One of my coworkers, I will call her Olive Odor, has a farting problem.  But she doesn't see it as a problem.  She thinks it's cute to let one go where ever and whenever the need strikes. So as we're ringing up purchases, suddenly a cloud of noxious gas will enevelop all of us and Olive will giggle and say "Oooh, a little toot!"  I don't know what the hell she eats, but the by product is vile.  You can even see customers wrinkling up their noses in disgust.

And don't EVER get caught in the dressing room or any small enclosed space with her.  You may not make it out alive.

Wow, that Olive is a gas! (you knew that was coming, didn't ya?)

A fabulously fashionable gas mask is on it's way to Disgruntled23!


WannabeVirginia W. said...

I have worked with a few that are certifiably insane. I have worked with someone who does not make eye contact at all. That's all I am saying.

Hank said...

Olive needs to be knocked upside the head.


Erin O'Brien said...

A cute toot? Beautiful.

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