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.