A customer and his ol' lady were just in. As he was buying about $100 worth of items he was telling me that he doesn't like Rush. He just sticks to crystal every now and then "I guess I got labeled a tweaker, but if they can have their pot I'll do what I like". If you keep spending like that you can do whatever you want sir
The guy we call George Washington was just in. He knows he isn't allowed on my shift and he came in and refused to leave. When I brought up that he was harassing one of the female employees he picked up a porn movie case and said "what's this? Where are we" meaning we are in a sex shop so what. Then he said that all women have a problem with him. He also denied being arrested at plaid pantry the other day and laughed and said it wasn't him when I showed him his picture in mug shots. He finally left when it was clear I wasn't going to serve him. I threatened to call the cops but was saving that as an absolute last resort because it's bad for business. Now I have to go soak the place in air freshener.
The titles on some of our new gay movies are hilarious. There's "bouncers vs dudes, cock hunter and breeder fever-the hottest kind of fever" as opposed to typhoid fever or yellow fever, I hear those fevers run pretty hot as well.. Also somebody is previewing a movie called "f-ed up hand jobs" where guys are tied up or asleep or something and evil hand job welding women take advantage and dare I say hand job rape them
Drunks and tweakers should not mix. Unfortunately they do every night about 230. Sometimes it takes a good pornclerk to keep a fight from breaking out
Shut your eyes. Imagine you are waking up on a white sandy beach in Hawaii. Smell the tropical flowers in bloom. Get a whiff of the pineapples and coconuts. So relaxing. What is that other smell just below the surface. I think a dead hooker has just washed ashore. Now open your eyes. Your in our bathroom and I've replaced the old air freshener with an airwick Hawaiian breeze
Two muscle bound ex marines were just in to use the rest room. Holy F. I've never seen more impressive assess in jeans. Freaking Frick
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