Emperor Palpatine Has a Squirrel Problem

Scott Y told me I should write a blog. I told him I do.  Then I decided I should probably dedicate a blog JUST to working in retail--because that sounds logical and organized--even though I am neither--it does keep work and actual LIFE separate which sounds nice. Humane, even.

So then, there's this blog.

Got yelled at today by a very very old man because one cash register had a line (in which he was next) and the other was closed because a shift had ended and the money was gone.

                                                        Not him;but a close facsimile.


The relatively new cashier was having issues with a check.  I was trying to help her figure out what the computer was up to.

Emperor Palpatine wanted to buy squirrel repellent because squirrels are apparently evil and eating his house down and he didn't want to actually harm any squirrels. That's what he told one of the other new hires when he suggested a pellet gun. 

                                                        This would be more effective.


The Emperor complained that he had cash in hand and wanted to buy the repellent. I told him the cash drawer was empty. gestured to the open drawer with NO money inside, and explained that I wouldn't be able to make change.

And, suddenly, Emperor Palpatine became something else entirely.  He stewed when his wife tried to explain how I couldn't help.

                                  I think I need to print a bunch of these up and stick them to people.



And, just when the register freed up---he grabbed his wife by the hand and stormed out the door, leaving the anti-squirrel goods behind on the counter.

                 He would have marked his territory if he'd felt the need to pee, I'm sure.



There is just no way to make some people happy, no matter how logical, courteous, or nice the delivery.

                                                    May the force be with you, squirrels.