Old man came into the store today. He was looking for a cough medicine, which I showed him. Then I went to get him a cheaper generic off one of the endcaps and when I came back it smelled like someone had died. I tried to not notice and he goes ‘you ever had hemorrhoid surgery?’ to which I said no. Then he decides to tell me that he did, and ever since he did he keeps letting “little stinkers”, and his wife gets so mad at him. Little stinkers? The fucking fluorescent lights were popping, there was nothing little about it, I thought we had been sprayed with Mustard Gas or something, it was horrible. Then he keeps talking to me… it’s like, let me get the fuck out of the smelly area and go get some fresh air. I had stomach problems already, I surely didn’t want to throw up all over my aisle. Damn people.
