Time to go

Winter is finally over and the murder goose is out of hibernation. Or back from the south. Or whatever it is that psychotic killer geese do when it's cold out.

We were getting ready to close Tartarus for the day yesterday. This woman came in about twenty minutes before closing. Not rushing. Just a leisurely stroll. Now, she did tell her kids "be quick. They're closing." No big, right?

Wrong. She may have said "hurry" but she asked a dozen questions, all while taking her own sweet time. We did an announcement that we were closing in just five minutes. She strolled up to the desk to sort through and order three items. Then she wanted something else that was supposed to be in stock and said she would "run and grab it." Four minutes later she strolled back to the desk, item not in hand. We didn't care, just wanted her gone. Some fool informed her that she had been looking in the wrong place. 

Are you gone yet?

Tartarus was now officially closed. The lights on the upper floors had been turned off. The Hutt was standing at our main desk, glaring at the woman (and Spoof and Speck for some reason even though we weren't involved at all). Five minutes later, the woman finally had the right item. Then she had to sort through what the kids had picked out so they could reject half of them. They strolled out fifteen minutes after we closed, laughing, only to pause at the doors so one of them could use the restroom.

That inconsiderate behavior is why the they are the next murder goose victims.