What's In Your Bag?

I've officially seen it all.  Just when I think people could not get any crazier (I mean, don't you remember No More Drum Solos?!) someone walks into my wonderful place of employment and skews my entire crazy scale.

At *insert store name here* we dabble in small appliances.  I say dabble because I am not sure I work with a single person (myself included) that knows a shred of information on these.  Anyway, people rarely come in to shop the area anyway.  A co-worker of mine was lucky enough to be walking passed our vacuum displays and got reeled in by a crazy.

"Well, Stef.  How did you know she was crazy?" you may ask.  My first indication was her mismatched clothing, disheveled hair and general "crazy cat lady" presence she gave.  My second indication, and I did not know how accurate my first impression was until this very following moment, was when she pulled a giant bag of cat hair out of her purse.  What. The. Fuck?

As she began to sprinkle the cat hair on the ground, I saw the utter look of confused terror on my co-workers face.  I did what any good peer would do.  I walked the fuck away.  Sorry, dude.  My crazy quota is full!

Okay, I understand you need to know if a vacuum is going to pick up what you need picked up.  The great thing is, we offer 30 day satisfaction guarantees so feel free to take it HOME with your 5,000 cats and see if it picks up their hair.  So leave the crazy at home next time, lady.  We certainly don't get paid enough for that shit!