I frequent my local Bridle Trails shopping area because it's good to buy local and I know mostly friendly people who work there. I like all the people at the Red Apple and love the pharmacist, Dennis, at Bartells. The postmistress, Anna, there is very funny and Shelby, the pharmacy cashier, is quite nice, too. Then there is Fat Sally. She frightens me because she is big and loud. If her voice were written, it would be all caps. Me: "Hi, Sally, how are you?" F.S.: "ME? WELL I'M PRETTY GOOD, GOSHDARN IT ALL, THANKS FOR ASKING!!!!!", as I hold my ear closest to her and run. Her voice echoes throughout the store and she talks to everyone at earsplitting volume. "SAY, THAT'S A REAL GOOD DEAL ON THAT HEMORRHOID CREAM, HUH? WAY TO STOCK UP AND BE SMART!!"
Yesterday, I took the horse boys for a walk and decided to walk all the way to the store. I made it to the first door of the Red Apple and was mobbed by mostly the checkers, who brought apples and carrots. Kids, old people and curious dogs kept us with tons of questions and petting. I started to worry a bit, because the boys hadn't pooped for some time. I walked down the sidewalk outside Bartells, the automatic door opened and Fat Sally saw me and bellowed out the door, "HEY THERE! WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT!!! WAIT, LET ME CALL EVERYBODY!!!!" As I kept, walking, copious amounts of milkduds squirted from Lucky. I panicked and dragged them quicker as Trusty dumped a pile outside of Ace Hardware. OMG!! Quick, before anybody sees, because of course, I'll just nonchalantly stroll off and no one would expect it came from the two miniature horses walking by. Just as Trusty finishes, I hear F.S. scream, "HEY GIRL!!! THEM HORSES DUMPED OUT HERE! WHERE YOU GOING????!!!" I managed to get them in a trot and we hightailed it home.
Yes, I could have gone back to Red Apple and grabbed produce bags, but I didn't think of that until half way home. Instead, I threw them in their paddock, grabbed a broom, dustpan and plastic bags and drove back. The poop outside of Bartells was gone. The huge pile outside of Ace remained, apparently unnoticed by all. I quickly swept it up and walked into Bartells with my tools and the bag. F.S. was at the cash register and I meekly said, "I'm so sorry, I didn't have anything to clean that up, and I see someone else did." "YEAH, THE GUY FROM OUT BACK CAME UP AND SAID, "HOW CAN SHE WALK AROUND AND LET THEM DO THAT AND EXPECT EVERYBODY TO NOT MIND?" BOY, HE WAS MAD, I'M TELLING YOU AND HERE YOU ARE NOW, DON'T BE THINKING WE'LL TAKE THAT MESS, TOO." Okay, I was just a bit taken aback and confused until I realized she thought I was bringing in Trusty's poop for her to take. "No, this was outside of Ace, I just cleaned it up and was going to get the rest of it." "WELL, I'LL TELL HIM YOU CAME BACK THEN AND I HOPE HE WON'T BE MAD, YOU KNOW SAYING SORRY DIDN'T GET THEM TURDS CLEANED UP."
I don't know if I'll ever go there again.
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