When I was a senior in high school, I worked at Bi-Lo. Well, I had to go to the ladies' room during my shift and my manager was like sure go ahead. Well, I went to the bathroom and opened the first stall to use the toilet. Low and behold, there is human crap all over the inside of the stall. It was on the wall, the toilet, the stall divider, and the floor. I went to the next stall to do my business and to throw up, needless to say. I told my manager what had taken me so long and she had to call a cleaning service from like OSHA in to clean the stall.

One summer, I worked at Dillard's in the Men's Department. Well, in my section of the men's department there was one of the many dressing rooms. On a couple of occasions, we had the company of two lovers doing their thing in the dressing room stalls.

At Dillard's, once again, there was this lady that I repeatedly asked if she needed any help and she kept replying, "No, I am fine." Well, I was like, "Just let me know if I can help you," very pleasantly, I might add. Well, I was just standing there talking to some coworkers when she slammed down her selections and said she was going to Belk's or Hecht's to find someone that could offer her better service. I told her, "Well, you go right ahead and do that but they offer about the same service we do and the same merchandise, as well."