I worked at Toys R Us for about a year. During that time, being a manly man (shut up, I am!) it was part of my job to bring items down to customers which were too large to fit on the sales floor. Bikes, swingsets, and sandboxes of both the large wooden variety and the smaller plastic varieties. So a customer brings up to the cash a slip which tells the cashier what to call and ask me to bring down. After going up a flight of stairs, rooting around to find that someone had put the tiny plastic sandboxes behind the larger wooden ones and moving those, I brought the sandbox down to the customer.
That is when I got the stupidest question I've yet to get in my six years of retail."Can you bring me another sandbox? This one is dirty."
The box. She was going to take home and put dirt in. Was dirty. IT IS A BOX FOR DIRT.
That is when I got the stupidest question I've yet to get in my six years of retail."Can you bring me another sandbox? This one is dirty."
The box. She was going to take home and put dirt in. Was dirty. IT IS A BOX FOR DIRT.