CHIESTER

And You Thought You Had A Bad Day…

Ever get those days where it just REALLY went wrong?  Don’t even start with me because I don’t think ANYTHING can top THIS….

I
was almost getting ready to close my register, my co-worker Taylor
decided to grab some Monster drink so I was left alone for a bit. This
mother and her son came to the store and lingered for a bit. The boy
was just pretty much stayed behind the mom, I thought to myself ‘why
would a mom bring a son in his jammies to the mall when he’s supposed
to be sleeping?’.

Then the mom bought a hairspray and I see
the boy now looking REALLY red. He mumbled ‘I don’t feel good mom, I
think I’m gonna throw up’. I thought he was kidding and I looked at the
mom and went on with the transaction.

Next thing you know it,
the boy vomited. The moment it came out furiously he held it in his
mouth but it was too late. It looked like a fan as it made its
trajectory towards our terminals, phone, register, yours truly, half of
the front counter, and to the floor.

Yeah and worse.

My
mouth was sorta open. Yeah, some of it made its way to my tongue and
part of my clothes. So I tried rinsing it off with mouthwash and
failed. Get the picture.

I acted like nothing happened as I told
the mom it’s okay and made sure the boy was alright. I told her I’d
clean it up myself cuz looking at her shocked face there was no way she
was gonna clean that mess up as how I wanted the floor to be. So I
grabbed the mop and started cleaning it up, repeated with bleached
water, dried with paper towels, cleaned it with the swiffer wet and
finally with Windex and more paper towels.

At this point while
it was happening, Taylor got back and I gave her the ‘look’ and she
figured it out that I wasn’t just cleaning up a spilled product at the
store. Utterly disgusted (well, who wouldn’t be???), I just told her to
sterilize the counter that I wiped off, including the terminals and the
phone. I had to soak that darned mop overnight with more bleach so that
the stomach acids would hopefully disappear.

Now wasn’t that wonderful???

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To Axl Rose and crew: thanks for fucking up Saturday Night!!!!!

I saw Alice in Chains and I’d think I had the time of my life.

I didn’t. 

My mind was elsewhere.

I thought seeing Alice would renew my sense of purpose.

It did solve one thing.

I just needed to find myself.