The Pillow Bin

As some of you know, I work in retail. My store sells food and other essential items, so I'm still working. Pretty much life has been the same for me. I never really went out anywhere. I'm kind of a sad, stay at home fucker. Maybe that's part of the depression or I do that because I'm depressed...either way, that's not the topic of discussion for this blog.
I work most days of the week, so I see a lot of things in the workplace. The other day I saw something that I almost couldn't believe. In the store I work at, we have the other departments open, like home items, electronics, shit like that, so people are shopping in these areas too. Personally, I think that's bullshit and we should rope it off, hopefully keeping people at home to end this lockdown, but alas, I'm not in charge of such things. 

So there I was, minding my own fucking business when I hear giggling. Normal, but I dunno, I guess I wanted to see what was funny so I peeked out of an aisle and felt instant regret. There was this kid-I say kid, but he's really probably only a few years younger than me, who had pulled his jeans and his boxers down and was poking his bare ass into one of the bins of throw pillows that we have. I lost my composure and screamed "REALLY?!" at him from halfway across the drive aisle. I know that I shouldn't have done that, but I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. Upon seeing me and my yelling, he pulled his clothing back onto his ass and ran off with his mates laughing. I don't know why I was surprised by that, I really shouldn't be, given as I once saw a woman eating a bar of soap in the health and beauty section and a guy wearing a pair of pantyhose as a du-rag. 

Following this incident, I went into the breakroom to grab my shit to go home and there was my little boss, Snuggles, sitting eating salad and playing a game on his phone. I told him what I just saw and asked him if we had any disinfectant spray for the bin. He kinda laughed, eyes glued to his phone. He didn't seem all that surprised by the incident. I guess I did all that I could do. I told him I'd see him tomorrow at our normal time. 

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LE NEXT DAY 

It's almost the end of my shift when my other boss, Poptart comes over to ask me about something and I tell her about the bins, knowing she'll enjoy the story. Snuggles was down the aisle and saw us talking. He moves down the aisle and hears the story about the pillow bin. Before Poptart has a moment to react, he goes "WHAT?" I turn to him and tell him that I mentioned it yesterday when he was fooling around with his phone and that he must have been listening like a woman because I told him the entire story. "I must have missed that part." Well, he sure as hell did. I used the word kid, but then I clarified to them that I didn't mean a kid, I mean a young adult, probably a few years younger than me. The look on Snuggle's face was priceless. He looked as if he just got jolted by a stun gun. I wanted to laugh out loud seeing his expression. Both Poptart and I found the entire thing hilarious and gross at the same time. All of us agreed that if we pulled a stunt like that as children we all would have gotten our asses handed to us. It was nice to know that there are some generations, Snuggles, then mine and Poptart's, that grew up with some sort of moral enforcement. Not the part about getting whacked with a belt or the good ol' wooden cooking spoon, but the part about being raised to behave like a human being, not an animal.