The Beast

fuck-customers:

So a couple months ago, a person I shall refer to as The Beast came in and left several dozen religious pamphlets all about the end times, warning of The Beast (hence her nickname) coming to Earth, yada, yada, yada. They had really inappropriate pictures of people being tortured, nudity, and warning how we’re all evil. She hid them all over our store, behind paper towels, between wash cloths, stashed in the cookies, in the toy department for children to find, ect. Some were easy to find, some not so much. It took us awhile to figure out who it was, but the pamphlets had her name, and eventually one of the managers asked this uber religious customer what her name was, and we were internally like, “Ohhhhh. You’re THAT *insert The Beast’s actual name.*” But we live in the south, and asking someone not to spread their religious stuff here is guaranteed to cause a shit storm, and we can’t just ban a person without a damn good reason, like stealing, or getting violent. Banning ‘cause they were ‘exercising their religion’ (the excuse they’d probably use,) will also cause a shit storm. So we were told by our SM to just watch her when she comes in, check where she goes to see if she stashed any more of her crazy pamphlets, and toss them. So far, she hasn’t done anything else, so we figured it was a one-time thing. Except just yesterday she was in again. And I was organizing the new Halloween decorations we just got in into totes so they’d be easy to find when we set that display. And The Beast was just standing there in front of the totes. Staring. Glaring at the happy little Jack-o-Lanterns like they had personally wronged her. And I just have a feeling we’re about to have a bunch of pamphlets stashed away all over the store again.