Rugs Ahoy? More Like Shrugs to the Rugs

The North Country Morgue rug count has proliferated… from zero to seven! But rugs? In the middle of summer? In July? For why? No one knows anything but to sigh.

Dolly on the situation said, “What a stupid idea.”

Haslia and Arlo discovered the origin of the rugs in the office under Mr. Karl’s emails by a Udigh flooring company. “Guaranteed to hide the blood, gore, and more! You line up your money in stacks in our bank account, and we give you rugs! Expensive rugs!”

Karl on the situation said, “Rugs galore for everyone! Summertime, fall time, wintertime, you name it, ’tis the season for rugs.”

On the same matter, Haslia said, “He gives no thought to his employees either. Imagine getting so much money then blowing it all on rugs with dead people’s blood in it.”

Dolly said, “And he has said before that employees come first. How are they to come first if soon enough, they won’t even be able to get paid on Wednesdays like they’re supposed to?”

Karl, ignorant but not blissfully ignorant, declared, “You guys just don’t understand the important of rugs and decor. Employees? I can barely stand to hear a complaint from one of them and do something about it.”

Did he say that? No. But it sounded right.

Terri, the one who takes care of inventory but does not have a title because of legitimate reasons, said, “Imma take these bad boys out front instead of taking care of this pallet of cold meats so they go bad.”

Arlo revealed he was once Inventory Boi and is ashamed to see what the new guy is doing with inventory.

Arlo, Karl’s assistant manager, was displeased to stumble upon the email from Udigh and usually is horrified by the emails he finds. “It’s like Karl doesn’t have a brain, so he gives no thought to the morrow.”

“I told him that the Dab’s delivery was here since he was too busy bothering the baker in the kitchen. I went back to work in the office, and he just started taking out rugs. The rugs are not temperature abused like the deli products are. What is his problem?”

The stress was visible in Arlo’s eyes, bloodshot as if his eyes were pools of melted red Skittles.