A place where people let their dogs piss and shit on the floor, don't clean it up themselves in spite of the "clean up stations" located conveniently around the store or don't even bother to mention it to an employee.
Where old smelly cat ladies who take in dozens of strays come in and drop 200 dollars that they don't have on 250 cans of cat food that they want taken out of the cardboard trays, double bagged and tied.
Where the dress code is so strict that khaki pants alone aren't acceptable. They can't have rivets and must be single seamed - NOT double. And technically white socks aren't allowed either, for they must match either your shoes or pants.
Where white trash comes in to buy live animals for their kids but refuse to spend enough to get all the things the animal needs to be properly taken care of and you have to spend an hour convincing them and explaining everything.
Note: In spite of all the latter, I LOVE my job.
"C'mon Tonya, let's go to PetSmart and buy our 10 kids some hamsters or sumthin' with our welfare checks. But I only wanna spend like twenty bucks cuz we still gotta buy some weed and diapers."
"Damn nigga, let's go to PetSmart and buy some really fucking mean fish like piranahs or sumthin'. I want them to eat other fish, yo. Those big ass fish can go in like a ten gallon tank right?"
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