It cold right now in my little corner of the world. “Breath of wolves” cold. “Riding a sled team out to the mailbox” cold. Which means that, since salt has little effect on the ice that accumulates on the sidewalk outside of my store, we leave orange traffic cones over the icy parts.
Last night, one of my regulars ignored one of said cones, slipped, fell, and hit the back of her head on the cone. Another customer helped her up, she came in, bought some stuff, grabbed her receipt, and left. She called back, saying that she’s got pain behind her eyes and that she called corporate to complain.
As far as I’m concerned, those cones were there for a reason. I don’t enjoy seeing people get hurt*, but if you choose to ignore them, that’s on you.
*outside of slapstick comedies!





