I'm standing at the register being my normal awesome self. I'm efficient. I don't dawdle. I get people through the line without being too cheery. Some people call me mean and not very personable, but I call it being genuine. When people ask, "How's it going" I say, "Eh, I'm at work." Most understand.
My point is, I'm innocent. Standing there doing my job. This bro is at the counter with his sagging jeans and screen printed hooded sweatshirt. The total is something like $3.02. He gives me a five dollar bill.
"Do you have two cents?" I don't want to give him 98 cents in change.
"Uh, I think so. Hold on."
He reaches deep into his pockets to search for coins. While doing so, he pulls his pants down so far that I can see nearly every bit of his manhood. I'm shocked, I assure you. I actually audibly say, "uhhh" as I look up at the ceiling listening to that awful music they insist on playing until he discovers a couple pennies.
"Here you go."
"Uh, thank you. Um..." I complete the transaction. Although when I'm giving him his change I feel like I'm paying for a peep show.
Needless to say I was very distracted from being awesome at work for at least five or ten minutes. It was horrible.
Not sure why I felt the need to divulge such information. I guess I wanted to express another reason why I should find another job, one that appreciates the fine work I do and doesn't repay me with unwelcomed nudity.
4 comments:
At least you weren't walking to your car coming out of Target and some guy drives by, stops where you are (assuming that he's letting you cross the lot), and starts jacking off! Now that is horrific. Especially since he had a smile on his face the entire time.
I am so sorry for you.c
I can see it thru your words. What a great description. And oh, by the way - eeeeuw.
What a skank. You should have told him the change wasn't a tip... ;)
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