Yep. Just a day in the life of Mindy.
So.
I had work today before class.
My first customer of the day was a very tall, portly, middle-aged gentleman who went straight back to the lingerie section. I greeted him and made sure that he didn't need any help, but didn't bother him otherwise. Men are tricky customers in a women's clothing store. We get cross-dressers all the time since we are Hot Topic Inc. and we tend to cater to alternate lifestyle choices, but sometimes you can't tell if the man is buying for a gift or for himself, so asking him if he'd like to try something on can be risky, depending on the guy.
Anyway.
The man picks out his purchase--a pair of very lacy pink-and-black panties--and he comes up to the register.
MAN: It's for a party. Right now.
ME: (looks at clock) This early? It's only ten.
MAN: It started at 9:30. They sent me out to get these. I was only supposed to be gone for fifteen minutes... Wanna know how they're making sure that I come back soon?
ME: How?
MAN: Do you know what a suppository is...?
Me: ...Yes.
MAN: Yeah. The only question was how many they were going to use on me. Wanna know how many?
ME: ...How many?
MAN: Well, one girl wanted to do two... then another one wanted to give me two... So now I have six.
ME: ...
MAN: I'm sure you know what that feels like. Wow.
ME: Right.
He then went on to ask me if we had this certain bustier in any other colors, because he liked it very much. He liked it SO much that he hiked up his old-man Bermuda shorts to reveal dangling, pink-ribboned garters--since, you see, he was already wearing that very same bustier and just wanted it in another color. Though, he confessed to me, he didn't know why the girls wanted him to wear it, since they would just rip it off when they started spanking him later.
Sometimes I love my job.
I had work today before class.
My first customer of the day was a very tall, portly, middle-aged gentleman who went straight back to the lingerie section. I greeted him and made sure that he didn't need any help, but didn't bother him otherwise. Men are tricky customers in a women's clothing store. We get cross-dressers all the time since we are Hot Topic Inc. and we tend to cater to alternate lifestyle choices, but sometimes you can't tell if the man is buying for a gift or for himself, so asking him if he'd like to try something on can be risky, depending on the guy.
Anyway.
The man picks out his purchase--a pair of very lacy pink-and-black panties--and he comes up to the register.
MAN: It's for a party. Right now.
ME: (looks at clock) This early? It's only ten.
MAN: It started at 9:30. They sent me out to get these. I was only supposed to be gone for fifteen minutes... Wanna know how they're making sure that I come back soon?
ME: How?
MAN: Do you know what a suppository is...?
Me: ...Yes.
MAN: Yeah. The only question was how many they were going to use on me. Wanna know how many?
ME: ...How many?
MAN: Well, one girl wanted to do two... then another one wanted to give me two... So now I have six.
ME: ...
MAN: I'm sure you know what that feels like. Wow.
ME: Right.
He then went on to ask me if we had this certain bustier in any other colors, because he liked it very much. He liked it SO much that he hiked up his old-man Bermuda shorts to reveal dangling, pink-ribboned garters--since, you see, he was already wearing that very same bustier and just wanted it in another color. Though, he confessed to me, he didn't know why the girls wanted him to wear it, since they would just rip it off when they started spanking him later.
Sometimes I love my job.