Fruit of the Loom
So today at Old Navy I was working in the little processing room by the fitting rooms.
This is where I fold all the clothes that people have either tried on or have ended up by the registers via returns or people changing their mind about an item.
Basically I fold everything or hang it the right way, zip the zippers, button the bottons, etc.
I finally reach the bottom of the bin that was super full when I started my shift and see my last item is a single pair of boxers. I think, ok no big, some of our boxers clearly just became unpackaged through some hustle and bustle in the store, whatevs.
So I reach into the bin and grab them, but while I’m pulling them out I realize they say “Fruit of the Loom” inside.
These are not Old Navy underwear.
These are underwear someone left in our store.
I am holding someone’s used, dirty underwear.
Oh. My. God.
And then the frantic search for sanitizer began…