Yesterday, Dan and I went to Target to do our grocery shopping, and get a few other things we needed. Dan and I got into the line, and as we started to unload the cart, I noticed our cashier. And I started to smirk.
The kid had blond hair at the bottom. It looked like his natural color was dark, and he dyed it. Then, it looked like he stood on his head, while it was in a bowl of tiger orange. Down the middle of his head was a black stripe. I asked Dan if he wanted coffee, because quite frankly, I couldn’t look at him without staring and trying not to laugh.
When Dan came to the Starbuck’s area, I said, “I’m sorry! I couldn’t stand there and look at that kid’s head. I was trying not to laugh. I know I shouldn’t say anything because this gal probably knows him. Then two “customers” pop up, “The kid with the multi-colored hair?” And they all knew who he was and said he was strange and the customers would stare at him. I made the comment that most companies would not find his hair to be very professional, to which the employees all agreed. Not that I want the kid fired; I just thought it was weird. In the car, Dan said it was ironic that the kid’s name was Tony. (He was making a joke. He didn’t look at the name tag.)
Then we go home, and find out Nikki had a crappy day.
We normally crate Nikki during the day, because we don’t want any issues between her and the cats that we can’t break up ourselves. We didn’t get home any later than we normally do when we go to the store, yet, when we walked into the door, there was a weird smell. We threw out options trying to guess what it was. Then, we heard a whine and we realized…Nikki pooped in her crate.
Well, Dan took care of the crate, and I inspected the dog who must have been leaning against the door to get away from that corner. After all that, I was too tired to blog about the multicolored haired guy.
Dan and I eventally went to sleep, and in the morning, right in the front entrance, was cat barf. Dan worked to clean up the mess, then he realized, it wasn’t cat barf, but another dog accident. I guess her stomach is a little sensitive. So, today at lunch, I rushed Dan home so he could spend half the day working at home and making sure the dog didn’t have another explosion. Personally, I think he was kind of glad to have half the day off.
They’re GRRRRREAT!
I never understand kids who do that and are able to have a job like that. I thought these companies have strict dress codes. But I guess people fall through the cracks. I always wonder how kids with huge discs making dinner plate sized holes in their ears like African warriors and are pierced from here to kingdom come ever find a job. And what will they think when they have droopy ear lobes at 40?
I hope Nikki feels better soon. I hate when my girls throw up because I don’t like not knowing what is wrong.
Hell, I’ll clean up dog poop for half a day off!
Hopefully Nikki’s stomach is all better….
Not me I would rather work than clean up dog poop!! LOL but what can you do, poop happens.
Yikes! I hope she is better now.
I’ve noticed similar employees at the Target here.
I guess they’re a bit of a different crowd.
Feel better, Nikki!