Blunt Brat Meets Broken Bathroom

At the arts and crafts store where I used to work, the women’s bathroom was notorious for breaking down every other week. For reasons that still elude me, the store never contacted a plumber to handle this. The only thing we were told was that the pipes were old or something. It was already bad enough that they’d never hired another janitor after our previous one retired, so the assistant managers were left dealing with bathroom cleaning on top of their additional responsibilities.

On yet another instance of the bathroom breaking down (the floor was flooded), this time around there were three rows of tape set in front of the door; you had to duck under the tape to go in. That tape also held up a very obvious sign saying in big bold letters that the bathroom was closed and out of order. The men’s bathroom was available, and we just had to knock ahead of time. A sign was placed on the door to briefly explain why.

It was around 10:00 am that day, and the store was borderline empty, and with all of us doing our separate tasks, we didn’t notice a customer going into the bathroom.

What we did notice a short time later was her complaining to a coworker over how unsanitary the bathroom was and how she was going to sue.

Assistant Manager: “Ma’am, it was closed and taped off for a reason.”

Customer: *Bluntly* “It doesn’t matter.”

Assistant Manager: *Politely* “I wish you luck in finding a lawyer who will take your case.”

The customer never came back.