So a guy comes up and asks if we sell Playgirl. Yes, Playgirl. I tell him we only have Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler, and direct him to the local convince store down the way, seeing the local porn shops don't stock new magazines. He leaves.
Not more than 10 minutes later, he comes back. "Oh hey, thanks for the tip, they had it! say, can I ask you a question?" He then proceeds to ask a few questions about which school I went to. Finding no potential harm in humoring hm, I tell him. He then proceeds to pull out the issue of Playgirl he just bought and shows me one of the models and asks me if I knew him.
For those of you that are staring in disbelief, lemme review: He asks about where I went to high school, and then proceeds to pull out said Playgirl issue, and flip to the pictorial of this one particular model. He then asks me if i knew the model, seeing that he's from where I went to High School.
Now i'm kinda in a sorta "Oh fuck no, you just didn't show me a naked guy with his wee-wee dangling between his legs" and "I better just play along and hopefully I answer his questions to his satisfaction and he'll leave quietly." Now i'm answering him with a mix of lies and half-truths, all the while my co-worker, and three other customers are looking in disbelief and uncomfortable looks. He finally leaves, not only before dropping enough info that identifies the family in question.
Maybe tomorrow, i'll catch an older guy spanking a teenager in a schoolgirl uniform in religion. No, then all the guys would stop working to watch.
Not more than 10 minutes later, he comes back. "Oh hey, thanks for the tip, they had it! say, can I ask you a question?" He then proceeds to ask a few questions about which school I went to. Finding no potential harm in humoring hm, I tell him. He then proceeds to pull out the issue of Playgirl he just bought and shows me one of the models and asks me if I knew him.
For those of you that are staring in disbelief, lemme review: He asks about where I went to high school, and then proceeds to pull out said Playgirl issue, and flip to the pictorial of this one particular model. He then asks me if i knew the model, seeing that he's from where I went to High School.
Now i'm kinda in a sorta "Oh fuck no, you just didn't show me a naked guy with his wee-wee dangling between his legs" and "I better just play along and hopefully I answer his questions to his satisfaction and he'll leave quietly." Now i'm answering him with a mix of lies and half-truths, all the while my co-worker, and three other customers are looking in disbelief and uncomfortable looks. He finally leaves, not only before dropping enough info that identifies the family in question.
Maybe tomorrow, i'll catch an older guy spanking a teenager in a schoolgirl uniform in religion. No, then all the guys would stop working to watch.
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