Mice-mart
I know none of my readers shop at W**-mart, but if you do, this story should make you stop.
One of Hillary's co-workers told her this story today. Let's call the co-worker Lara.
Lara buys a big bag of W**-mart's brand of dog food, which is called Ol' Roy, the Ol' being right on the money in this case. She goes home, opens the bag and jumps back, startled.
A MOUSE.
ACK! ACK! But not just one mouse. Said mouse has friends, in varying stages of decomposition.
Some decapitated.
Some just bones.
Some still moving and eating.
Christ. I need a shower. ACK! ACK!
Lara composes herself somehow, takes the bag of food (what's left of it), and a baggie with dead mice back to W**-mart. THE ASSHOLE EMPLOYEE ASKS IF SHE HAS A RECEIPT! For their own brand of dog food! AS IF DEAD MICE AREN'T RECEIPT ENOUGH!
My skin crawleth.
posted by aerobil @ 4:54 PM
3 comments
3 Comments:
You know, I think this might be one of those posts that begs for hiding the bulk of it behind a link. Really. Cuz I am soooo grossed out right now.
I was so grossed out I literally couldn't stop screaming. ACK! Besides, I don't know how to do that fancy "hide behind the link" thing.
You are both completely hilarious. LOL.
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