Location: 17th and P.
So…one Sixes and Sevens and I just meandered into CVS after lunch. We were immediately confronted with this:
The candy aisle is closed in the week preceeding Halloween? Really? We asked the cashier what was going on and she got “that look.” You know, the one where their mouth is saying they don’t know but their eyes and face are telling another story, like, “RUN!”
Someone didn’t spellcheck before printing the sign that says, “Sorry we can’t sale these itemes.”
We moved through the store, hearing the cashier tell someone that no food and beverage was allowed to be sold according to the manager. At the prescription desk, we asked them if they knew what was going on. They too got “the look,” and said with a smirk on their face, “Oh, I don’t know. No, really, I don’t know.”
Then, we spotted this:
In case you never had a rodent (hamster, gerbil, mouse) like myself, and in case you never had mice invade your house in the Great Mice vs. Velvet and Velvet’s brother debacle of 1997, you may not recognize the above pellets as rodent poop.
More specifically: rats.
So the rat, or rats, tore through CVS last night or this morning eating their way through the cheese puffs. AWESOME! Check out the nibble bites!
Anyway, other than it being hilarious that the CVS is basically incapacitated, rats amuse me. The other night, Thora and Sammy and I were walking down the street and a rat jumped out, ran right in front of us and took off into the bushes. None of us even flinched. Thankfully, I don’t scream bloody murder like the people from the ‘burbs do when they come here and a rat jumps out in their path.
Psst. Hey you! Rat! Everyone learned on Supermarket Sweep that you go for the high dollar items first! Step away from the cheese puffs!