I have since moved on from retail work, but I do remember the suffering. This story is gross, but still funny. I worked in a bookstore, one of the big chains but without the well known fancy coffee. My co-workers were *fabulous,* and so was my manager, but we had some very strange customers.
One day, I was re-shelving books in the science fiction section, helping customers in between, cracking jokes with the shift supervisor, Mike, doing my thing. I went to put a book back and discovered, much to my chagrin, a buffalo wing bone on top of the books. As in, the meat had been eaten, and the bone was just chilling on the books.
Shocked (this was my first and thankfully biggest gross out incident), I scrambled back to the information desk for tissues. I grabbed a handful, ran back to the shelf with the bone, and removed it and two of the books stained with sauce. The bone was cold, like it had either been sitting there for a while or someone had come in with half eaten food and just decided to dispose of it in the science fiction section.
On my way to the trash can, Mike stopped me and asked what was going on. I explained, and he made a face but then got called to the registers.
I took the box of tissues and patrolled the section. I found no less than FOUR chicken bones.
Four of them.
In various places on the shelves.
I cleaned up, disposing of the bones, and went back to work. Mike and I ended up laughing about it, but seriously, who does that?
-- The Bookseller