cattyann

Remember I told you yesterday that I thought I had seen it all. Wait….it gets better. I use to write about these stupid things that happened at work, like throwing away teeth and the woman in the bathroom stall on thoughts.com and people couldn’t believe these things actually happen. But they do. Anyway, the day before yesterday, a woman left her purse at the restaurant. When this happens we take it to the manager and it is put in the safe. It was late and the woman didn’t show up, so our manager told me to look inside of it and see if there was a phone number. It wasn’t a large purse, something small and a was a very bright gold color. Of course, there was no check book or anything just zipper compartments. I felt uncomfortable even having to look, but wanted to return it, as being a woman, I’d want my purse back.
Anyway….the first compartment had a picture of chippendales, which was embarassing enough, but the next compartment just made me mad. As I reached into it, there were cigarette ashes all in it, I pull out my fingers and said, “uhhhh.” My manager starts laughing at me and that irrates me even more, as I was very tired. I then turn to him and flick the ashes from my hand at him. Of course, I had flicked them in his face and he is spitting and carrying on. I proceed to zip it back up and said, “here I am done, she can just come get it, that’s just disgusting.”
So today, I was late for work, I wrote my time down wrong and was thirty minutes late. Still, that didn’t deter my good mood, but something else did. The woman comes in, looks at me and says, thank you. I didn’t recognize her at first, then I blinked and said, “oh, your purse, it’s in the safe, we couldn’t find a number for you.” She just shook her head and said, that’s ok, just as long as I get it back. At this moment, I am standing there with a glass of ice, and she says, “my husbands ashes are in there.” The glass of ice is now on the floor and I was told I turned a horrid ashen color (excuse the pun). I then say, “I’ll go get him.” As she leaves, all I can think of, is flicking him all over my manger’s face, I then break out in laughter. To the point, I get the hiccups. So the story will continue, as I have yet to tell my manger, who will come in tomorrow. Stay tuned. This should be good.

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