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The store I work in recently sent all the employees home earlier than normal so that the carpets could be professionally cleaned. The very next day, a little boy started puking on the end of the store opposite the exit. I guess the mother was trying to get the kid out of the store before he threw up all over where she was, but whatever the reason, she carried the boy all the way through the store and out the door. The kid barfed the entire way, creating a trail across the store. We decided to save the store manager an aneurism and not tell her.

Spence from California 

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I know a woman who works at a bookstore. She says that guys come in all the time and buy porn, or playboy, or magazines like that, and they do that with their girlfriend next to them. They usually put the magazines at the bottom of a stack of other magazines about computers, or business, or something else. As if no one will notice if they're at the bottom? My friend often holds up the hidden magazines and pretends to search for the bar code and/or price with lots of “it's hard to find the price on these, where is it?” The boyfriend will begin to shift uncomfortably back and forth.

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