Unfiltered Story #177688

, , | Unfiltered | November 14, 2019

It’s a busy Saturday afternoon at a now out of business bookstore chain. I’m helping out on the registers during a rush. A customer comes up to pick up something on reserve. As I pick the item up from the reserve shelf, a heavier item beside it falls over and lands on my fingers. Mind, the first thing I want to do is drop a couple of F-bombs, as it really bloody hurt.

Me *through teeth clenched in pain*: “Expletive deleted. Expletive deleted. Expletive deleted.”

Everyone at the register got a chuckle out of it, and I got a chance to swear without actually swearing.