It wasn't all bad, though.
During the endless string of transactions, a rather professionally-dressed woman in (I'm guessing--I'm terrible at guessing, mind) her early thirties asked, "Is that supposed to be Domo-kun on your nametag?"
I've had this thing for about a year, now, and I think she's the first person (first customer, anyway) to notice that. Turns out she's "married to a huge anime geek". So yayy for that.
Also--and this is something I was again too tired to draw--but I have to mention that coworker K8 had it worse. She had to clean up poop three times today. Once from three Labs she's keeping in her garage for a neighbor (ew) and twice in the restroom at work (extra eww). I mean, you know. One fecal incident per day is usually more than enough. So I suppose I should consider myself lucky.
So...uhm... "the end."