You’ll Need Some Brain Bleach, Too
CONTENT WARNING: Gross
I am checking out a mother and her baby. When it’s time to pay:
Mother: “Here, take this.”
She hands me her baby. Out of reflex and shock, I take the little thing while she inserts her card and pays. Suddenly, the baby projectile vomits all over my hair.
Mother: *Upon seeing the mess* “Looks like someone had an oopsie!”
And with that, the mother just whisks the baby away and leaves with her shopping, just humming happily like nothing has happened.
I close my lane and start power-walking to the staff restroom to deal with my situation when I am stopped by an old lady.
Customer: “Excuse me, I need you to… Uh, hello! I am talking to you!… You’re moving too fast!”
Me: “Sorry, ma’am. I have to clean my hair. Please find another associate.”
And with that, I dash to the sink and clean all the spawn spew from my hair as much as I can. I finally return to the shop floor to find my coworker just finishing with the old lady.
Coworker: “Was that… vomit in your hair?!”
Me: “Yes! So gross! Thanks for helping that customer.”
Coworker: “No problem. You’ll never guess what she was looking for: a hair bleaching kit!”
Me: “I should have stopped earlier. I could have given her a free sample!”