Another night at work.
Please be advised that you should probably not shop at a home improvement store anymore. Anyone who cannot figure out how to pee into a toilet should not be trusted with power tools, a hammer, or even non-toxic cleaners.
Hovering is not an effective method of urine disposal, and your ass cheeks aren't going to catch a disease from a toilet seat.
In the event that you should attempt to hover at another retail store in the future, please be advised that, in fact, no one else in the world is filled with the desire to clean up your bodily fluids. If you cannot help but pee all over the seat, then clean it up your-fucking-self.
Okay?
Thank you in advance, from all us retail drones,
Chloe
Dear [home improvement store which has the distinct honor of employing me],
Please be advised that retail is a harrowing, soul draining job. It allows for you to be verbally abused by assholes and idiots, while also allowing you the monotony of a assembly line job. There is no need for you to further demean and humiliate your hard-working cashiers by forcing them to clean a public restroom.
Managers get paid much more for less horrible work, why not have them do it? Toughen them up, a bit, so to speak. Or perhaps, you could employ a janitor. Who would clean the bathrooms, no?
Thank you for your consideration.
Hugs (oops, forgot to wash my hands first!),
Chloe
Dear creepy old men who hit on me,
1. You are at least 20 years older than me.
2. Quit fucking staring at my boobs.
3. Your wife/girlfriend is right there.
4. Dude, your kid is right there.
5. I don't like you, I'm just being polite.
6. Please, just be polite back, or go to another line.
Thank you.
Hey, my face is up here!
Chloe

