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Today in Obvious Metaphors…

As if it wasn’t bad enough that the Bananagers talked me into working at 8:30 this morning after I closed till 11:30 laast night, we were treated to a lovely surprise this morning.

Ann Taylor LOFT, which is directly above us in the mall, had sprung a leak.  In their bathroom.  And it was dripping… in our stock room.  It started slow, and then became a full-on shower.  And this, I assure you, was not clean bathwater.  Oh no.

Long story short, all of our back-stock in Petites is ruined.  Oh, and our back room smells like a Porta-Potty at the end of Bonnaroo.  Gagging everywhere.


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