I found a pube yesterday in my register. A PUBE.
I have no idea how long it was in there before I noticed it. It could have already been in there when I started my shift, or it could have been handed to me by a customer with their change.
I wanted to throw up when I noticed it, and the only reason I didn't is because my co-worker tried to convince me that it was someone's beard hair, and not a pube.
A stray beard hair is almost as disgusting.
But a pube is just fucking nasty. I swear it was moving, flaunting its curly pube body at me, begging to get wrapped around my finger like some kind of trophy.
It was located in the penny slot of my cash register drawer, so for the rest of the day customers got a deal as I just rounded their change up so I wouldn't have to stick my delicate fingers into the penny tray.
Thankfully I don't like the person on the next shift. I didn't tell her about the pube. I left it for her to discover. Let's just call it a little Christmas in July present.