I was browsing a supermarket aisle when a little distance from me a young shop assistant dropped a huge armful of plastic lotion bottles. They clattered onto the floor like sudden hail.
A manager jogged past me, and knelt on the floor next to the girl to help picking them up. I couldn’t hear the conversation between the two women, but I imagine it went something like this:
“We have talked about this before, young lady. Your day-dreaming is out of control. This time you have dropped plastic bottles, but what are you going to let go of next time – glass? eggs?”
“I’m really sorry,” the girl must have said. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“I know,” the manager cut in severely. “You’re thinking about that night out you were talking about earlier, instead of focussing on your job. I’m going to help you focus: see me in storeroom 2 just after you clock off. We’ll have a little discussion.”
The girl nodded despondently. She knew what little discussions in the storeroom entailed: an unpleasant few minutes bent over the manager’s knee, being spanked with a wooden brush from the shop’s beauty aisle.
I’m convinced this is exactly how that conversation unfolded.
Awwww, poor girl. You’re *mean*! 😉
Yes Abel, Haron is mean and you’re all lovely and would never think about a scenario like that. Of course.