This day is nearly over for me, it’s my bedtime, but here’s what happened earlier, before the fucking bozos overran my store:
I got to work at 10 pm, took care of some things in the receiving area, and headed out to check if things were ready for all the blitz merchandise to get pulled out.
Walking through toys, I saw a lone shopping cart with nothing but a red Christmas-themed teddy bear in it. Didn’t recognize it, so I checked with the closer in toys.
“Nope, not my stuff, gotta be over with the holiday stuff” (In the Garden Center)
So, just doing my thing to keep things clean, I send the cart up front, and take the bear the other way. Y’all can see this coming, right?
Yeah.
He has down’s syndrome. Dad gave him a quarter to use on the crane machine. He won said huggable critter on that one try. While they were looking at other toys, he wandered off, and his family hadda chase after him. A while later, I walked by and sort of stole the poor kids trophy.
Once we found out what had happened, I went through the store, after letting the folks at the doors to keep an eye out. It took 20 minutes, but I found 'em.
He got his oso rojo de navidad, and I think maybe I won’t go to hell for quite as long, I hope.