toy chicken

Day One Hundred and Six

-An elderly man with a mysterious aura, equal parts cryptid and cryptid hunter, stumbled into my lane, only to purchase $10 of Minions accessories.

-Two men stood by the fitting rooms, discussing their majors, schools, careers, life plans, and everything in between. The conversation lasted at least ninety minutes, and I was at no point able to discern whether they were acquainted before this moment. If not, this has potential to be the ultimate meet-cute.

-Three team members, myself included, came in wearing the exact same shirt. In reality, I should have seen this coming. Such is the curse of getting your work uniform at work.

-As I am wont to do on long and stressful softlines shifts, I have made a friend. Tonight’s companion is a small stuffed pup who I have named Isabelle. She is as soft as she is soothing and I am grateful for her presence.

-I watched as a father pushed his daughter all throughout the store on Heelys, helping her accomplish some stunningly sweet stunts. This is a modern model of fatherly love that I would like to see more often.

-A screaming chicken toy has broken in a display case, resulting in hours of incessant shrieks. I have become fully desensitized to the sounds of agony with which I am now surrounded. A murder could take place in the electronics section and I would not flinch. I feel this may be a part of the basic indoctrination of a retail worker.

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NOT too sure whats even more uncomfortable.
The mere fact of seeing this in someone’s room.
Or the fact your whole body is covered by fnaf characters