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matrixrefugeeAbout fifteen minutes into my shift this afternoon, I happen to glance over in time to see a Basset Hound trotting up the front end of the store. I thought he was with someone, since he was trotting along behind a guy pushing a shopping cart; he had a collar with tags on it, around his neck, so he clearly had a home. One of the supervisors (not the Frenchman, though) ran after the dog, trying to catch him, whereupon the pooch turned and trotted up one of the lanes, into the main part of the store. I turned to "Luanne" the cashier and said, jokingly, "Hm, I wonder if they ran out of dog treats in his house, so he came here to get some for himself."
The supervisor (I think it was one of the Stephanies; we've got two supervisors named Stephanie, so we're always mixing them up...) came back a few minutes later, chuckling. Apparantly, Jay McCarty helped her corner the dog and put him outside, but in the meantime, she'd followed the dog past a lady shopping with her daughter. The little girl spotted the dog and had tugged on her mom's sleeve to "Look at the puppy!" The mother replied, "There's no puppy in here..." just as the dog went trotting by, right in front of her. A few minutes later, the lady who'd spotted the dog comes through the lane where Luanne and I were working; of course she asked us if we'd seen the dog, and she went on to mention her daughter spotting him right away. I told her my thoughts about what brought in the four-legged would-be shopper; Luanne added, "I bet he went down Aisle 15" (where the dog food is).
The supervisor (I think it was one of the Stephanies; we've got two supervisors named Stephanie, so we're always mixing them up...) came back a few minutes later, chuckling. Apparantly, Jay McCarty helped her corner the dog and put him outside, but in the meantime, she'd followed the dog past a lady shopping with her daughter. The little girl spotted the dog and had tugged on her mom's sleeve to "Look at the puppy!" The mother replied, "There's no puppy in here..." just as the dog went trotting by, right in front of her. A few minutes later, the lady who'd spotted the dog comes through the lane where Luanne and I were working; of course she asked us if we'd seen the dog, and she went on to mention her daughter spotting him right away. I told her my thoughts about what brought in the four-legged would-be shopper; Luanne added, "I bet he went down Aisle 15" (where the dog food is).
