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Yeah, the "Do I need to make an appointment?" was a little nonplussing and worrisome, wasn't it.
Maybe that last woman was just warming up for MWMF?
If there's a more horrible selling point for the MWMF, I can't think of one.
The nutloaf is worse.
Okay, now, see, when I commented, the end of this post wasn't here! I was just commenting on the toplessness. Gah.
Oh! Sorry about that! The computer at work is on its last legs, and sometimes it eats parts of posts. I had to go back and edit this one over and over. It's really aggravating.
Maybe you should have one of those signs that says "No Shirts (or invisible bra-shit), no shoes, no service". That might have made her think twice about coming into the store, no? But, really, I think you would have been able to take her, though.
Whoah.
You almost got your ass kicked by a naked woman spoiling for a fight. Not bad. As usual you handled it with aplomb. I'm impressed.
Your average work day pretty much freaks me out. And if I were a non-English speaking browsing shopper and some strange topless woman came at me with a fake vagina, I think I'd be alarmed or something.
Re: crack as a tip...I have had a couple of friends who picked up late-night shifts at some of the seedier porno shops in town, and they report that it is common for patrons to leave crack, crystal, heroin, and, if they're stingy, pot, as a tip. I'm not sure of the logic here. I guess they assume anyone who is working at Fantasy at 3 am needs a pick-me-up? Like, ok, even if you are into snorting white powders et al, would you really put into your body something in a little baggy some random pornhound left in your tip jar?? That's my question, at least. Apparently some people do...
I've also heard from a friend who works at one of the classier establishments that people have offered to tip her with this or that "party favor" since they didn't realize this was something reserved only for 24 hour Fantasy Video. LOL.
At any rate, just another day at work, eh? *eek*
This is why I visit your site everyday!
everyday? How about every hour hoping for more!
LMFAO. I get Swedish tourists too, but my retail stories aren't as good as yours.
So there was a problem with the third woman that she couldn't tell the difference between the fake, plastic vagina and the real thing? Had I been the tourist that got the laugh up my skirt, though, I'da kneed the bitch in the nose. Nobody laughin' at my choche... no siree.
I was in the neighborhood & stopped in the store during lunch today and met Steve. He did say he didn't believe it (so you weren't lying about that). Like you could make that stuff up. OK you could, but real life is freaky enough, so why would you. Anyway I believe you.
If a see-through bra made her topless, why didn't the see-through boxers make her naked?
I'm sorry I missed you, R.O.!
Ralph, I did extend her naked privileges in the last sentence!
I called her topless because the bra was form fitting (it's a bra, after all), and the boxers were baggy with some sort of plaid print. I didn't notice they were see-through until she stood in the light the right way and gave me a view of her buttcrack, all the way down.
Okay, that gives an entirely different meaning to the phrase "crack whore"!
Rana
(Not that she was necessarily a prostitute; but "crack crazy lady" isn't nearly as funny.)
from someone who is, knows, and hangs with a lot of "ex" alkies and addicts, it's a fairly high compliment for an addict to actually give up some of their shit. that..or they want something. LOL. sick but true.
See what I miss by being paranoid and not checking here while I'm at work? Damn respectable job!
I just can't believe that by now, both you and Steve haven't learned self-combat skills, or started packing heat, or something. Mace. Whatever.
Argh
Dude. You should have sent her over to Hooter's. It's one of my lifelong dreams to go into Hooter's topless and spoiling for a fight.
Do you think if you had thrown a candle out the door earlier, she would have followed? I just have this "oooh, shiny!" image in my head.
I'm laughing because it didn't happen to me 
When I did my retail stint, the worst I had was a guy who had a stolen credit card and I got stuck (after calling the credit line as told to by the machine) cutting his card in half in FRONT OF HIM and putting the pieces in an envelope to mail to the credit center (this is what I was told to do, no word of a lie!). I don't know what posessed me to have the balls to do it (maybe stupidity, I think I was 20 and the store manager at the time... no one to pass it on to), but he wouldn't leave. He stuck around the area for hours (we were a kiosk, you could see him hovering). I eventually called security who (as I mentioned) escorted him out, and when he started throwing carts around, they called the cops.
Naaah, you didn't almost get your ass kicked by a naked woman spoiling for a fight. I bet you could have taken her.
I just re-considered my longheld dream of owning a sex toy shop.
Well, I do visit every hour, but that was just going to be my little secret.
what the hell. this post is a week old. i can only re-read it so many times. couldn't you please ignore your children/husband/store for five minutes so you can give us something new? please? it isn't too much to ask.
you know you want to.
Hear hear.
I think flea is conducting some sort of experiment to determine how many times I'm willng to visit before she rewards me with another post.
Sort of like those Skinnerian rat studies where you train the rats to push the bar exactly 729 times before the food pellet drops out into the bowl.
Hope everything is well in your world, flea. I'd hate to be whining about missing you and then find out you've been in a family crisis.
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