The Governor and I went to Target yesterday. As we walked in the door, we veered right to make the mandatory bathroom stop. It became mandatory after the two previous trips in which The Governor waited until we were in the far corner of the store and declared, "I guess I have to go after all, Mom."
So we headed to the bathroom. And there, blocking our path to the ladies' room was a young woman sporting her Target name badge holding up her hands to stop us in our tracks. "It's a little stinky in there right now, " she cautioned us.
I looked over her shoulder. The door to the bathroom was propped open and already I could confirm that she wasn't kidding around. I thanked her and we went to get a cart.
Boy, how far down on the manager's shit list do you have to be in order to draw Bathroom Guardian duty? I hope she gets a huge Christmas bonus.
Posted by Cathy at November 30, 2005 08:16 PMHow far down on the manager's shit list?
That duty is the very definition of "shit list".
Posted by: Dave in Pgh. at December 2, 2005 10:10 AM