It started off as a pleasant enough day doing basic managerial things, followed by lunch. As my break was ending I walked back into the store. It was slow. Two cashiers were online with one customer each. I walked the floor to see how the departments looked. As I sauntered back up towards the front I see the greeter talking with an older woman who had finished at the check out. He waved me over.
Older Lady: "I just wanted to let you know your cashier stinks! He smells offensive."
Great. Gave my usual stern/concerned manager face, apologized to the woman and said I would address it with the employee.
After she left I walked over to the register. Now, we've had to have the hygiene talk with this employee before so I was expecting a stench. Nope. While he wasn't exactly daisy fresh 7 hours into his shift he didn't stink either. So I was a little perplexed and didn't say anything.
At the end of his shift I pulled him aside and mentioned that a customer had complained. He immediately said, "I know exactly who that was!!! I farted right before she walked up."
Somehow I managed not to laugh and suggested maybe next time leaving the floor for a minute if he is in intestinal distress.