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08/23/11(Tue)18:24 No.29006630I have two stories.
Now, before we start, you should know that I work retail in a very small store that belongs to a very large chain.
The first story is this: we've recently redone our entire toy section, an operation that took three days and seven people working nonstop throughout their shift. We now have a My Little Pony section. I visit /co/, so I know that My Little Pony is a big deal at the moment, but I've never seen it, or would had anything to do with it whatsoever... if it weren't for Pinkie Pie.
We have a Pinkie Pie toy, a doll about a foot high, that talks. Specifically, she says two things: "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie!" and "I can walk!" The latter is accompanied by her moving her stumpy little legs. These phrases are motion-sensitive. She will 'see' people walking by and decide to introduce herself: "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie!" Two days ago, I was sent to clean toys by straitening everything up and making sure that everything's where it should be. You can imagine what happened when I hit the My Little Pony aisle.
"Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie!" "I can walk!" "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie!" "I can walk!" "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie!" "I can walk!" "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie!" "I can walk!" "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie!" "I can walk!" "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie!" "I can walk!" "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie!" "I can walk!" "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie!" "I can walk!" "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie!" "I can walk!" "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie!" "I can walk!" "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie!" "I can walk!"
It wasn't long before I had decided to kill myself, but those feelings left me shortly after I moved on to the Dora the Explorer section. Which is good, because stabbing myself in the chest with a unicorn wasn't having the right effect. |