I WIN
We've all worked in a lousy retail job for an hourly wage. And we've all found something that is, shall we say, out of place while performing cleaning duties. Driver's licenses, keys, half-eaten food, various forms of birth control, and many other items that we'll either forget about or wish we could (I know one person who was unfortunate enough to clean human feces from a movie theater floor).
However, no matter how odd, fantastic, or disgusting these items may be, nobody can beat what was found on the floor at my place of work yesterday. All other horrific workplace finds must now bow down to vomit-inducing tragicomedy of my electronics department. So just in case it's not already clear, we win. We found a corpse of a dead bird in the CDs.
Well, I suppose it would be inaccurate to say it was a corpse. It was more like the mangled remains of half a corpse.
I know, I didn't believe it myself at first. A coworker (we'll call him Rafe) was the first to spot it, and brought it up while we were reorganizing the auto supplies. The conversation went something like this:
Rafe: "Hey, did you know there's a dead bird over by the CDs?"
Me: "What? No way."
Rafe: "Seriously. I saw it over there."
Me: "It was probably a stuffed animal somebody left there."
Rafe: "I dunno man. It has feathers and everything."
Me: "Then it was a stuffed bird animal."
Rafe: "I'm not sure. It looks pretty real."
Me: "Fine. Take me to this 'dead bird.'"
Coworker: "Ok."
So he took me over to the CDs, and after about thirty seconds of inspection, the remainder of our conversation went like this:
Me: "Wow. That's a dead bird alright."
Rafe: "Yep."
Be assured that the carcass was properly cleaned after that. But that still leaves the question of how and why this poor dead animal got to where it was. It's not like the electronics department is right by the glass doors in front and it smacked into one. Somebody had to carry this thing all the way to the back of the store. And it's not like it was just sitting there. Somebody went to the trouble to thoroughly mash this thing into the floor right between Lady Gaga and The Fray (though whether their music has anything to do with this remains to be seen).
My theory right now is that this bird owed somebody money. Maybe he was some guy's bookie and he got involved with the wrong folks. So then the client hired some muscle to go break his legs, and then things got out of hand when the bird pulled a knife out. Hey, it makes as much sense as anythign else that happens at work.
Stumble It!
