At my job #3 tonight I went and put back a large selection of baby clothes and then I glanced at the tables. One table only had 1 White Shirt left. White is usually something we have in huge numbers. So I asked Jennifer if it was the last one.... "I guess." "Ok". . . I refolded and tucked it behind the other ones. As I was walking away I noticed it wasn't the last one... There was about 6 others on the floor underneath the boottom slat of the table which is like 3 inches off the floor. And this isn't like a dinning room table mind you.
"Oh no there they are." - Me.
"Well how are we supposed to reach those. Goodness."
Jennifer tried from the long side. " Well I can't, we'll have to get ___."
and then I squatted down.
"Omg! No! What are you doing? Are you allowed to do that?!?! No, stop it! OMG Stop it!!" etc. etc. etc.
The whole time I am giggling.
"I'm pretty sure I can squat."
"OMG I don't know the rules but I don't know if you can. I guess you can. But should you?
And after I stand up she yanks everything out of my hand and continues to fuss at me.
I laughed. "I just did." And I wanted to tell her squatting was the easiest chore I'd done lately considering my f'n yard work. But I didn't want to get fussed at for real. But here she is asking me 50 questions and at this point I'm laughing so hard I'm crying and then the MOD comes over and she stops. Dead Sielence. All afraid we're both going to get yelled at for me and for her letting me "squat". I'm still laughing as I'm typing. She may have gotten dead silent but I walked away giggling. And then when I reached my register I burst out laughing. I'm not sure if it was the fussing or just having someone be concerned for me but either way. I laughed so much I had to pee.
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