Last week, a person came fast around the corner of the store while I was up on our ladder, trying to find a space for a giant, oversized book. The guy either jostled the ladder, knocking me over, or my body presumed they were going to jostle the ladder and flinched. Either way, I ended up falling tailbone first on to the concrete floor, then hitting my head.
I've been on the ladder about twenty times in the intervening three shifts I've worked. Today, a very awesome woman asked for one of the books in our window display. I had just sold the only other copy in the store, so I grabbed the ladder, and climbed up to the window. In the less than thirty seconds I was up on the ladder another, definitely not awesome, woman put her purse on the rung directly beneath my foot.
When she did not respond to my "Excuse me." I kicked her purse off the ladder, knocking her various supplies and papers all over the floor.
I gave her a brusk "Please watch what you're doing, and where you're placing things. If I hadn't seen you put your purse there, I would have fallen on you, probably hit that woman on the head with this very heavy book, and at least one of us would have been conked on the head by this ladder."
She apologized, and while I was helping her pick up her stuff, a third woman SAT ON THE FUCKEN LADDER like it was a chair and started flipping through a book.
I am assembling a rubber band and paper clip weapon to use for the rest of the afternoon. Be warned.