Monday, December 10, 2007

• Goat pee.

  I'm surprised I haven't blogged this story yet.
  
  All right, so I'm a cashier at a pet store where we invite people to take their pets into the store with them- we don't have any limitations. On this particular Saturday afternoon, we happen to be offering pictures with Santa from 11-4. So this woman and her mother get into my line (the place is packed, by the way), the woman with a mutt named Sadie, the mother with a goat.
  
  Yes, a goat.
  
  So the two women start trying to decide if they want to buy 2 photos or 3, and if the other daughter (who's both in Japan and the rightful owner of the aforementioned goat) would want one of the goat by itself as opposed to with the other animals they have in the car.
  
  Now this is all fine and good- this is a normal day at work, because you'd frankly be surprised at the number of irrationally pet-obsessed people out there.
  
  And then, the goat pees.
  
  I don't know how big a goat's bladder is (apparently greater than 100mL- that must be a conservative estimate), but this goat just kept on peeing all over my aisle. I think I actually handled it pretty well- I got the people checked out and the hell out of my line, called for back up without sounding like I was about to strangle someone, and successfully managed to keep people out of my line while I used a half a roll of paper towel soaking up goat pee and cleaning it up. (oh, and someone mixed up the cleaning supplies, so I actually cleaned the floor with glass cleaner. eh.)
  
  But seriously. You'd think after that, the people would just be like, Oh, maybe we should leave the goat in the car. No, no. Too logical. The people were still in the store an hour later.
  
  Strange.
  

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