Last month one of the maintenance ladies scurried over to my cash rep (because i was the only semi-manager in sight) begins to tell me that there’s “poo in the fitting room.” (they only call someone when merchandise is involved). Walking towards the fitting room she starts to put gloves on and cover her mouth. We open the door, searching under about 20 pieces of clothing, there it was, a perfect coil pot poop right in the middle of the clothes. We have a mystery pooper, this is like the second time it happened.
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