Yesterday, the Paint Desk was visited by the Vomitrix, at least that's what I'm calling her.
|Beware the puke monster
That's right, we had a biologically hazardous situation. Vomit.
It was around 2 in the afternoon and my shift was just about to end when the Head Cashier called out "Hey, Dave, who cleans up vomit at the Paint Desk?" I turned to see what he was talking about and there she was - the Vomitrix, a woman in her mid-thirties, wearing a white and pink striped blouse, emptying the contents of her stomach onto the floor in front of my paint desk. Now, we're not talking about a small little splash, like maybe an overly aggressive burp. Nope, this was a gusher. She stood there till she was finished. I find the whole thing rather perplexing since there were quite a number of empty, five gallon buckets within 8 - 10 feet of her yet she chose to disgorge on the floor. I don't believe there is such a thing as spontaneous regurgitation, so she should have had a few seconds warning, yet she just stood there creating a hazmat situation - bodily fluids, you know. Neither she, nor her friend, offered to help clean up the mess, that dirty chore was left to a hazmat certified associate - me. What she did do, however, is casually pick up the two quarts of paint she had ordered and proceeded calmly through check-out.