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Jun. 27th, 2014 12:26 amSaturday a customer comes into our store, carrying a little rodent in his hands. (I wasn't at work this day, so this is what I'm to understand.) He wants to buy some food for this rodent, and when the girls ask him what it is, he says it's a mouse and he found it under a bridge.
The girls say it looked more like a vole . It jumped out of his hands and ran across the counter where it was caught and given back to him.
I'm no zoologist, but picking up strange rodents and walking around with them in your hands is practically an invitation for rabies or the hantivirus or something. Whatever, it takes all kinds.
On Sunday I DID work, and this fellow was back in the store with his vole. Except it didn't run around on the counter. It didn't run around at all. He just held it in his hand, and it lay there, kind of curled up, and honestly? It looked dead. It was pouring rain outside, and the thing was soaked, so I thought … Whatevs. Maybe it's just sick? I dunno. The guy told some story about how when McDonalds told him he couldn't bring his (dead) rodent in the restaurant, he had a hissy fit and swore at them and threw his drink on the ground. Nice guy.
On TUESDAY the guy was back, and I didn't have to look at the vole to know it was dead. You could SMELL the decay. Ugh! It was sort of bloated and greasy looking, and I'm no Medical Examiner, but this thing was dead. LONG dead. The guy wanted a cage for his pet, and also a water bottle. But he didn't want his pet to have to stretch up to reach the bottle. ? Probably not an issue, KWIM?
I felt kind of bad taking his money, but I also remember his hissy fit story, so I also didn't really want to piss him off. To be clear, if he wasn't holding a dead vole, I wouldn't have thought him to be terribly strange. A bit odd, perhaps, but not completely fucked up, and certainly not mentally challenged. When he went to pay for his cage, he put the vole on the counter and it made a little 'thump'. I gently said "Uh … are you sure he's okay? He doesn't really look okay to me."
"Oh no, he's fine!" says the guy, "He just sleeps during the day."
Yeah.
He was back today. With his vole. I wasn't there, but apparently it doesn't smell anymore. It's just starting to … mummify? I wonder if he'll keep bringing it back when it's just bones? He bought some hamster tubes, so his pet can run through them and have fun. The girls gently asked AGAIN if his pet was feeling okay, and he said that it was.
I would almost think we're being Punk'd, but I seriously doubt any actor would agree to carry around a decaying rodent.
The girls say it looked more like a vole . It jumped out of his hands and ran across the counter where it was caught and given back to him.
I'm no zoologist, but picking up strange rodents and walking around with them in your hands is practically an invitation for rabies or the hantivirus or something. Whatever, it takes all kinds.
On Sunday I DID work, and this fellow was back in the store with his vole. Except it didn't run around on the counter. It didn't run around at all. He just held it in his hand, and it lay there, kind of curled up, and honestly? It looked dead. It was pouring rain outside, and the thing was soaked, so I thought … Whatevs. Maybe it's just sick? I dunno. The guy told some story about how when McDonalds told him he couldn't bring his (dead) rodent in the restaurant, he had a hissy fit and swore at them and threw his drink on the ground. Nice guy.
On TUESDAY the guy was back, and I didn't have to look at the vole to know it was dead. You could SMELL the decay. Ugh! It was sort of bloated and greasy looking, and I'm no Medical Examiner, but this thing was dead. LONG dead. The guy wanted a cage for his pet, and also a water bottle. But he didn't want his pet to have to stretch up to reach the bottle. ? Probably not an issue, KWIM?
I felt kind of bad taking his money, but I also remember his hissy fit story, so I also didn't really want to piss him off. To be clear, if he wasn't holding a dead vole, I wouldn't have thought him to be terribly strange. A bit odd, perhaps, but not completely fucked up, and certainly not mentally challenged. When he went to pay for his cage, he put the vole on the counter and it made a little 'thump'. I gently said "Uh … are you sure he's okay? He doesn't really look okay to me."
"Oh no, he's fine!" says the guy, "He just sleeps during the day."
Yeah.
He was back today. With his vole. I wasn't there, but apparently it doesn't smell anymore. It's just starting to … mummify? I wonder if he'll keep bringing it back when it's just bones? He bought some hamster tubes, so his pet can run through them and have fun. The girls gently asked AGAIN if his pet was feeling okay, and he said that it was.
I would almost think we're being Punk'd, but I seriously doubt any actor would agree to carry around a decaying rodent.
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Date: 2014-06-27 05:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-27 05:59 am (UTC)For one of the all time best "I don't think that animal is doing very well" veterinary stories you have to listen to the audio clip of Kevin Fitzgerald on NPR's Wait, Wait, Don't Tell me. He's a former roadie for the Rolling Stones who went to vet school and is now a vet in Colorado, and his segment on the show is just classic:
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=131619471
(Audio)
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Date: 2014-06-27 07:42 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-06-27 01:23 pm (UTC)And you do realize you now need to do a variation on this:
when he comes in again.
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Date: 2014-06-27 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-06-27 02:41 pm (UTC)Super creepy!
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Date: 2014-06-27 03:36 pm (UTC)This is such a bizarre story. Hmm. I might share this story with my clinical supervisor, but I'm betting she will just think the same: get protective services involved.
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Date: 2014-06-27 04:25 pm (UTC)I have no words.
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Date: 2014-06-29 03:18 am (UTC)I'm really not sure what to do. He obviously needs help in some way, but I am wary of having the poor guy hauled away and his whole life disrupted on my account. Ugh. Why is rl not as clear cut as stuff in the movies?
I'll try to get some info out of him the next time he's in. Where he lives, if he's alone, etc. It might be a bit different if someone comes by his place, as opposed to having the cops show up while he's in our store.
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Date: 2014-06-29 05:40 am (UTC)come to think of it, Charlie Sheen and Mel Gibson are both batshit crazy enough to carry dead rodents around....
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Date: 2014-06-29 07:22 am (UTC)The way you wrote this is so funny, that I'm actually crying through the laughter and horror. I've had some intense customer service moments, but this is at the top of the scale! What the hell does one do?!?!
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