Monday, September 12, 2011

My Starschmucks Adventure

My Starschmucks Adventure

So as you can see this next blog is going to be about some place other than Love Lips. This awkward conversation/interaction happened at the world-widely known coffee establishment, Starschmucks. I’m not sure if I’m allowed to really blog about the place in question so I take a page out of Foamy the Squirrel by calling it Starschmucks and it’s obvious enough for you to appreciate the story. So anyway! This happened last week when it was miserable, cold, and wet. I was in Towson going to meet my partner after she got off work so she didn’t have t walk to her car in the rain. She was running over her scheduled time so instead of sitting in my car watching the rain (and probably fall asleep) I decided I needed coffee. So I went on the coffee hunt. Traffic sucked trying to get around the cursed traffic circle and eventually, a half hour later, got to my destination. I rolled down the window and breathed in the crisp cold air and the smell of coffee, oh so heavenly. I pulled up to the drive-thru window because the store looked more packed than the drive-thru. I saw the pumpkin flavored stuff was back and after seeing a lot of people on the FB feed talking about how awesomely wonderful it is I decided to get myself a medium pumpkin flavored latte.
“Welcome to Starschmucks, what can I get you today?” A younger dude said in a very surfer type way.
“Hi! I’d like a small pumpkin latte with soy, please!” I yelled at the box where the guy’s voice came from, traffic was pretty loud.
“How do you feel about whipped cream?”
I usually stay away from whipped cream on my coffee beverages because it  takes me a while to drink the whole thing and the milk in it changes the flavor after a while to something I dislike, it also doesn’t help I’m lactose intolerant. So being a good girl I said, “No thank you”
“How do you really feel about whipped cream?” He said in a funny voice, emphasizing on the ‘really feel’ part, which was kinda weird.
“Um….no thank you?” The voice he used kinda made me wonder if this was a bet to see if it bothered me but I figured he was probably a college student and like most college boys, was probably stoned so I wasn’t going to push my luck by asking him if he was OK.

 “Are you sure?” He said with the same creepy voice.
“Yup, thanks tho!” Who knows maybe he was asking because most “normal” people got whipped cream with it? Doubtful….but a girl can hope a stoned college frat boy wasn’t making my latte, right? So after shaking my head as I pulled out the correct change I slowly rolled up to the window and a stereo-typical blond college kid leaned out and told me the total once more. I handed him my change and as I waited for a girl in the background make my drink she saw me looking in the window at what she was doing.
She walked close to the window and leaned out and said in a creepy drawn out voice like the guy did and said, “So how do you reaaallllyyy feel about whipped cream?” Before I got to answer everyone behind the counter turned together and said together at the same time “How do you REALLY feel about whipped cream?” All I could do was laugh uncomfortably; I kinda was waiting for them to break out into song like a bad musical. But then the blonde haired guy leaned out the window gain and handed me my coffee, “Um..than—“
So how DO you feel about whipped cream?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.
“I’m lactose intolerant so I don’t like it much because it’s makes me sick” I said flatly.
That answer blew the wind out of his sails because I wasn’t playing along apparently, “Oh, I guess you really wouldn’t like it…Have a good night!” He waved at me with a creepy smile as I drove away. I kinda felt like I was leaving the twilight zone and also kinda disappointed I wasn’t really actually in a bad musical by accident.

Friday, September 9, 2011

CPCF- Mr. Anderson...

CPCF- Mr. Anderson…

Welcome to another Crazy Phone Call Friday (CPCF)! I was worried I wouldn’t have anything good to write about this week until the other day when I got a pretty interesting phone call. For the safety and privacy of the actually guy that called I changed his last name.
It was mid morning, slowly going onto 12PM when I had called the warehouse with a question, after being on hold for almost 10 minutes the call waiting started to beep, letting me know that there was another call coming in. Thinking that maybe it was someone from the warehouse trying to call me from another extension I hung up my call and waiting about 10 seconds for the phone to ring. I answered it in a chipper tone, “Love Lips, how can I help you?”
“Hi my last name is Anderson and I have a bill that’s due today but I can’t pay it on time”
“Excuse me?”
“I was waiting on my social security check and it hasn’t come yet and I can’t pay you today.”
“Um…”
“I swear I’m not lying to you! I’m not sure why it’s late but they did send me this letter”
“Um..Sir…?”
“Wait! I can bring you down the letter they sent me. I’m not making this up!”
“Sir I think…”
“I’m NOT lying to you, I have the letter right here in my hand, I will be down in a half hour if you’ll give me a chance to prove to you—“ …you have the wrong number? Let me finish!!
“Hey! Hey!! Hey! Hey!!” I said as loud as I could over his continued babbling to explain himself even as I yelled into the phone.
*~*Silence*~*
“Who did you say this was?”
“My last name is Anderson” He said in a small voice.
“Well Mr. Anderson, I think you have the wrong number, this is Love Lips…The Adult Store”
“WHAT?! This isn’t Carmax?!”
“No sir, this is Love Lips, the Adult Store”
“Well damn”
“I’m sorry! Good luck and have a nice day!”
Sometimes I wonder if people really listen to me when I answer the phone, it might save a few people from conversations like this……

NICE TATTOO!!!

NICE TATTOO!!!

I understand that having tattoo’s you are jut begging people to touch, compliment, and compare tattoos with you and sometimes you really wish they wouldn’t. Sometimes I just wanna shake my head at some of the people here in Dundalk who has pointed at a board on the wall in the parlor and chosen a permanent mark forever because it “looked cool”. All of the tattoo’s I have on my body have spiritual and deep meaning behind them. I have never once pointed to a wall and said “I want that one” and then boasted about a tattoo 5000 other people chose to have as well. I sometimes have grown men and women stop in the tracks when they pass the windows of Love Lips and rush into the store to say they “LOVE MY TATTOO” and then I am subjected to looking at various body parts of people with deformed, faded, or nonsensical tattoo’s of people who wear them badly. They somehow think that by having a tattoo we are “cooler” or have TONS in common with one another because we both have tattoos. Now don’t get me wrong, there are those select people who have amazingly beautiful artwork that they have either designed themselves or have deep meaning and then we have things to talk about but most of the people I come in contact with are not unique. I usually see the skinny white guy who can’t remember why he got the tattoo or the skinny white guy with giant letters scrolled up and down both arms and sadly in most cases those huge letters are their own name and sometimes their last name. As Foamy the Squirrel once said, what is the point of having your name tattooed on yourself?? Do you wake up every day forgetting who you are and the tattoo has to remind you your name is Amy or Brian?  
A perfect example of this would be one of the night I did a double shift and it was probably around 8:00 at night and at the time it was pitch black outside and the only light in the parking lot was a blinking pole light near the road by the store. I noticed a skinny white male and an equally skinny woman walk by and because they walked past the store I didn’t pay much attention to this. I was reading a book when the door jingled and the skinny white man walked in. I noticed right away he was all tattooed up one arm and it went up towards his neck. I said my hello speech and looked back at my book but he came close to the counter so I marked my page and smiled up at him. “Can I help you?”
“Nah, I just came in to look at your tats!”
I was used to people looking at the long vine that wrapped around my left arm and went up and around my back down my chest but because it was late I was a little squeamish about being stared at and he was a little “hoodish” so I said to hide my slight nervousness, “I see you have tats too”
“Yeah! I just got this one touched up” He moved his sleeve and showed me a Mario brothers little green mushroom dude and it was right on his elbow…all I could think was OUCH, that is tender spot. The ink was fresh but it was already fading from the elbow area because of the movements he did daily. He rattled on about how this is his 5th tattoo this week alone. I blinked at him and said, “Wow….”
He smiled dorky like and said, “Yeah I know! They won’t let me come back until next month cuz I got so many all at once. I guess so they heal and all that”
Eyebrow raised I smiled. All the other tattoo’s he had were not impressive, if I remember correctly there were a few card symbols (like clubs, spades, aces, etc) and a hooded grim reaper. I asked him why he chose those things and he shrugged still smiling like he was King of the World and said proudly, “They looked cool”. There have been many other encounters I can’t seem to recall but none of the artwork was very flattering for the type of person they were.
So far only people I’ve seen with obviously meaningful (to them) tattoos were not the prettiest however. I remember the tattoo’s well because it was a couple that came in. The man looked to be in his early 30’s and the woman in her late 20’s and both were husky white trash looking and the first thing I saw on him was across his Adam’s apple was a woman’s name (obviously the woman next to him) and she had a side neck tattoo of his name. Now I can’t judge this TOO harshly because my girlfriend and I have matching symbol tattoos but our matching tattoo’s are on our chests NOT on the throat. I REALLY hoped that they never break up because I hear tattoo removal hurts worse than getting a tattoo. Yikes.
Speaking of tattoo removal I do remember one story that is fresh in my mind. It was a busy afternoon and I had a few people in the store all at once. After ringing up two people back to back I got to the last customer in line, “Thanks for being patient, it’s not common we have such a long line” I smiled as I turned to look for the DVD’s he brought to the counter.
“Wow, you’re all tatted up, aren’t ya?” He said as I pulled the last DVD from the wall behind the counter.
I smiled as I put the DVD into its respectable case, “Yup”
“How many hours?”
“27 all together for the vine, 7 sittings, my hands took 3 hours total.”
“You got a boyfriend who does them?”
“Nope, I got them all done at different times for different meanings in my life”
“Well that’s really great”
“Thanks, I really don’t like choosing my art from a wall, I’d rather it have a deeper meaning, ya know?”
“Yup, my daughter married a tattoo artist and had tattoos all up one arm and all over her chest.”
“I bet they’re beautiful” I guessed.
“Oh very, but she divorced him and is getting re-married to another guy who wanted her to remove them all.”
WHAT?! Screw that! “Wow, I hope she said no”
He looked at me like I didn’t understand something, “Well I don’t see why it’s a bad idea, I mean her ex husband gave them to her and he doesn’t want to have to look at his work every time he looks at her”
Double standards much??? Also, why would you support her husband vs your daughter? “Well I mean on a pain level, I heard it’s VERY painful to get them removed”
“Oh yeah, she’s gotten most of them removed but she has to keep going back to get them re-removed because right now they just look super faded, she has 12 more sittings before they’re all the way gone.”
OUCH! My heart went out to this poor woman. “Well good luck…Have a great day”
“Thanks!”
Today my lovely followers I had another tattoo WTF moment and I’m kinda glad I hadn’t posted this like I was going to do yesterday. Yesterday was a rough day with a big misunderstanding between me an cooperate and today was bless-fully laid back and I was looking over my newest tarot deck (I am a Tarot and Oracle Reader when I’m not at Love Lips) when the Love Lips door opened and besides the usual jingle the sound of rain caught my attention and I looked up to see an elderly Eastern looking man wearing a faded light brown leather jacket. “Can I help you sir?”
“Ya, do you have place here that does cameras?” He held out a old looking point and shoot camera.
“I’m sorry we do not have a camera place on this strip”
“How ‘bout dis area?”
“I haven’t seen one around this area, maybe the mall close by?”
“Ah, Ok.” He paused and then pointed to my arm. “That is very beautiful, is it washable?” He moved his hand in a washing movement.
“No sir, it’s a real tattoo” I smiled.
“It’s real?” He looked at me like I was lying to him.
“Yes sir” I get this question often because it’s not a dark sleeve it’s just a delicate vine winding up my arm then down my chest and back.
He gave me a Fatherly look and then his eyebrow scrunched together, “Why? You gonna like it 10 years from now? 15 years?”
Seriously? If I’m gonna get it permanently on my skin I’d sure as hell better like it! I am NOT from Dundalk and have more respect for my body than that! “Yes sir, they have special meanings for me”
“Ooookkk” He gave me a look like he wanted to continue to argue about it but then thought better of it, which was good because I didn’t want to have to lay his ass out. I was in no mood to be told how I should live my life from someone who doesn’t know a thing about who I am. He left after that without a word and continued to look around the shopping center because I apparently lied to him about a camera store not being on this strip.
The moral of this blog post? Make sure that when you get another tattoo or get your first tattoo that it is designed just for YOU and that it’s unique and fits into who you are. Artwork should be unique and it should be something that shows the inner beauty we tend to be shy to show.

Chronicles of (M): Part V

Chronicles of (M): Part V


Jeepers the Creeper
So this was an interesting moment at our little shop of sex. I had a customer and we will call him Jeepers (the Creeper), so he comes in all kinda wobbly and off set and wants to go in the booths (when we still had them). We had just opened not too long ago and the monitors weren’t on yet to play movies, so I went back to turn them on for him. As I turn around to walk out of the DVD player control room (not the viewing booths), Jeepers is standing there. We are now about 3 ft apart from each other and he asks, "So do you need anything?"
“Um…No but its 3 bucks to come back here”
After he continued to stare he said, "No, I mean do you need anything"
Again I say, “No.”
Then after a small pause he says "Can I suck your dick?” at this moment we are eyes locked and now in awkward silence. Let me tell you these 2.3 seconds felt like a 3 minute wait.
I cut the awkward silence with a razor sharp knife in my voice as I say “No, you can’t now get outta here with that bullshit” and without looking back I walk away from Jeepers.
 He doesn’t thankfully didn’t pursue or attempt to convince me or anything. But after I came out from the back, he was in and out of the booths literally walking into everything he could and while in the back room (I’m up front mind you) kept asking me questions like where’s the remote and asking things like what am I watching? Sadly because he was a customer I had to go to the back to answer his questions so he’d stop yelling so loud and scare off anyone else that might come inside. But every time I had to go back to answer a stupid question I took a pen and tightly holding it in my left hand waiting for him to attempt to touch me. He never did. After he finally left the store he came back about 3 more times for DVD’s. The whole time I’m thinking wow, he actually asked to suck my dick LMAO!
- ( M )

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Where Were YOU When it Happened?

Where Were YOU When it Happened?

I know that I’m a little late to this train and I know that everyone is beyond sick of hearing “Where were you when the Earthquake of 2011 happened??” But considering I was busy writing very recent stories I have had no chance to really write about my personal experience because I was, you guessed it, at Love Lips when it happened.
It was a lazy day and I was reading a book from the Library behind the Love Lips counter like just about every other day when I felt something under my feet move. I didn’t realize pay attention at first because we’re right next to a busy highway and I was too into the book I was reading. But then the bumpy feeling continued. Confused I looked at the floor wondering what the hell was going on. I could SEE the floor beneath my feet moving back and forth like the whole building was on a movable track and someone was pushing me from side to side. At first I thought maybe I was having vertigo and then I looked into the glass case in front of me and saw the Anal Ease and lubrications bouncing up and down in the case. I looked around in horror to find the ceiling was moving back and forth and it finally hit me. We were having an Earthquake! My mind did the mad rush of; this is Maryland! Maryland doesn’t get earthquakes! Where are you supposed to go during an earthquake? Wasn’t it the bathroom door frame? I always thought that sounded stupid. OH MY GOD WE’RE HAVING AN EARTHQUAKE! I saw people from the nail salon outside so I ran around the counter and outside and after I looked up at the moving building it stopped. Everyone was trying to call family on their cell phones and my hands were shaking as we all reassured one another we all felt the same thing and made sure everyone was OK. I didn’t go back inside for a good 10 minutes and just stood looking around to see if that was the last of it. I tried to call my family and fiancĂ©e but all the phone towers were down so it was hours before I got through to them. In between that time, I was worried sick about my parents who lived in an older house in Catonsville and my partner who was at an Animal Hospital (her job). But that sure as hell didn’t stop people from walking around like everything was normal. I actually had a regular customer come in; he was a very tall African American man who never really spoke tome except a grunt in acknowledgement when I said “hi” to him. While my regular guy was looking at magazines a skinny balding man walked in the store. “Hi, Welcome to Love Lips…if I can help you find anything—“
“Yeah, no thanks” He said tartly.
Already over emotional I just glared at his turned back then went back to trying to get a hold of my partner. After a few minutes I heard him said in an annoying whiney type voice, “Is this price correct?”
“Excuse me?” I put my phone down and focused on him completely and saw he was holding up a vibrator that was $24.94.
“Is this the actual price?” He said with a face that looked like he had just sucked on a lemon.
“Yes sir” Irritated I really wanted to say, No it’s fake, I just make up prices as I go along.
“Wow…It’s so much more expensive than the other ones…”
Which ones, ass-hat? Most of them are $20-$100 depending on how many buttons and functions it had. Besides, if it’s so much more expensive, get a cheaper one, maybe? “I’m sorry, sir, that’s the price on that particular vibrator, there are the Jelly Caribbean’s that are in the teens range.”’
He put the one he was holding back like it had battery acid on it and gave me a dirty look, “That’s still so expensive; you don’t have anything in this store that’s cheap?”
SERIOUSLY!? “We have a smaller vibrator that’s $8.95” I showed him which one I was talking about and he just made more faces.
“Ok, thanks….I think” He said as he left the store without a goodbye or thank you. I was beyond peeved and tried to hide it by making myself busy. I checked in with my regular guy and he was still looking through DVD’s when another portly man came in and went to look in the DVD section as well. He must’ve only looked for a god 3 minutes before he came to the register DVD in hand
“Did you feel that earthquake?” He said.
“Yup, I was sitting here thinking I had vertigo before it really registered that the entire building was moving like it was on some kind of track”
“Was that really a quake?” My regular guy said.
“Sure was” Said the portly man.
“Man, my friends and I were sitting in the back of a pick-up near a bridge and thought a big freight truck went over it”
“Glad you boys were OK. Myself, I do construction and we’re working on a building, so far all that’s up is 4 stories of metal. I was on the ground when I felt the Earth move and when I looked up the entire frame was swaying back and forth. I tell ya it was the scariest thing I ever did see, I thought the whole damned thing was gonna fall apart with my men on it and under it. There woulda been no way for anyone to get away from it if it fell”
I could hardly imagine what he saw- it was a terrifying thought, “That’s very scary! I’m glad it stayed intact…Did anyone get hurt?” I woulda peed myself if I had seen what he did.
“Yeah, everyone was OK but lemme tell you, I had barely felt it and I swear to God all the Mexican’s workin’ for me were NO WHERE to be seen when it started. Like damn dogs they are”
I laughed uncomfortably and finished ringing him up and my regular left without a word (as usual). That was an exciting day I will definitely never forget….So where were YOU during the Earthquake of 2011?

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Labor Day Grandma

Labor Day Grandma

Ahh… Labor Day, one of the few days of a year government workers get a day off work and retail workers work hard to sell things on sale for this special day. Love Lips was one of the few stories open on the lonely little orange strip in Dundalk though sadly we didn’t have a sale going on. The nail salon next to us was even closed. I didn’t realize until later that besides the carpet store (who had sales going on) the liquor store was actually open. Though despite Dundalk’s finest needing to booze themselves at 9 in the morning and afternoon our strip was very quiet and Love Lips was having a very lousy money day. Thankfully I only worked until 2pm verses my usual shift that ended at 5pm and it was 1:40pm when I heard yelling outside of my store. Curious, I looked out the giant windows and saw a very elderly Dundalk woman hobble over to my doors. She came through them and I was worried she might have mistaken my store for a convenience store because she was in her night gown and slippers. “Can I help you Ma’am?” I was also worried that she was a little senile.
“Hi there, I was looking for something for my grand-daughter” She was shuffling around in the men’s lingerie section.
“Ok, I just wanted to let you know that underwear is for men”
“Yup, I’m looking for something for my grand-daughter” She said with a toothless smile, well almost toothless, she was missing most of her front teeth.
Um okie dokie…I left her to look but I kept a close eye on her just in case. I was starting to worry she had wandered off on her own without her chaperone when I heard a yell outside. Startled I looked towards the door and saw a very wigger (very white person trying to look like a black thug person) looking woman walk through my doors, she was wearing a baby blue jersey and tight jeans, a bandana around her head and tattoos around her neck and arms. “Grandma what are you doin’ in here?!” She said in an exasperated tone.
“I’m looking for a Birthday present for you” She said happily as she perused the items on the counter.
“Grandma my Birthday was last month” Blue said flatly.
“Yup…and I gotta get you somethin’ for your Birthday!” She said with a mostly toothless smile.
Oh my…I knew this was about to get very interesting. Just as I thought that just the two of them would be enough for some serious comic relief the door jingled again and a butcher looking woman walked through the door in the same wigger attire only her jersey and bandana were purple. She also had neck tattoos (including one that said MOM) and her arm and hand tattoos were in red ink, which was interesting.
“I thought I saw you two come in here” the butch looking woman said in a surprisingly deep voice.
“I dunno what she’s doin’ in here!” Blue said.
“I’m lookin’! That’s what I’m doin’” The grandma in question said in an equally exasperated tone.
“Grandma you have no business bein’ in here” The Blue said with a roll of her eyes at me.
“Aw come on, she’s just lookin’, sis” Purple said.
“Ya see those are muh grand-daughters there” Grandma said proudly to me.
I smiled at the three of them, really at a loss for words.
“Come on Grandma let’s go” Blue said.
“I’m still lookin’!” She said with a huff.
“Look it here Grandma we can get her one of these” Purple picked up a sports water bottle in the shape of a penis.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a winky, Grandma” Purple laughed.
“Child, you’re dumb! Oh my…they have suckers shaped like…” She cackled before she could say ‘penises’.
“Aww look Grandma a straw too!” Purple picked it up and put it in front of her Grandma’s face.
Blue huffed, “Listen, this poor lady doesn’t need to see this, besides our Grandma doesn’t need to be lookin’ at any of this stuff”
Me, a poor lady? This is entertainment!
Purple smirked, “It’s not like she’s gonna buy anything, let her have her fun”
“Come on let’s go” Blue tried to move towards the door again.
“Oohh!!! I like THAT!” The three of us looked over to Grandma who was looking at the dildo section like she had just seen the face of God.
Purple laughed, “We really do need to get you somethin’ don’t we cuz you’re pretty horny for an old lady”
It was SOOOO hard not to laugh at this whole thing.
“Oh-my-GOD! Let’s GO!” Blue said loudly as she walked out the door.
“It’s ok Grandma I’ll stay in here with you” Purple smiled at me with a ‘what are ya going to do’ kind of shrug. All I could do was smile. Grandma made her way around the DVD’s with a few “Ooohh’s! and Oh my’s” and then eventually made her way back to the lingerie section. Purple waited for her to look and then Blue stormed back into the store, “Are you done yet?”
“I’m still lookin’!” She said and then faced me, “You see I enjoy embarrassing these girls”
“You’re not embarrassing us” both of them said at once.
Grandma smiled toothlessly at me again and then with giant eyes she pointed up at a half mannequin of a man’s lower half that was displaying a posing strap (typical man’s lingerie- it’s like a thong with a pouch in front to hold the goods) that was stuffed to look like it was real. “I LIKE THAT!!” She looked like she wanted to climb the counter and feel it up.
Purple laughed, “Grandma, that’s fake, it’s just a display…”
“But I like it!” She said dreamily.
Blue said a little more softly, “Come on, let’s go”
They all turned to leave and then Grandma stopped and lifted up a novelty mans undies that looked like a face and a long empty nose (the idea is an erect penis lakes it lift up) she grabbed at it and lifted the “nose” part, “Oohh I like this too!!”
Blue looked like she wanted to drag them both out of the store and Purple kept on laughing, “Come on Grandma, let’s go home”
“I’ma be back, don’t you worry! I’ll come when I’m not with these two girls” She waved at me as her two grand-daughter’s hustled her out of the store, “Have a wonderful day, young lady!” She gave me one more toothless smile before the three of them bickered amongst themselves all the way to the car.
“Have a great day, guys!”  I said in the calmest voice I could, but once they left I cracked up and wished I was able to take video’s because that was just beyond priceless!

Monday, September 5, 2011

All about the Bushes

All about the Bushes

That’s right, I said it; bushes. For those of you who don’t understand what I mean by this; It’s a not-so-nice way to say that a woman hasn’t shaved her pubic hair in a long time and it’s a little “bushy” looking. It’s considered a type of fetish now because so many women choose to save their “bush” down so it’s “bald” and all this is very hard to type without laughing. But that is the theme of this next story.
It was a quite morning when a little old shriveled up man shuffled into the store.
“Good morning! Let me know if I can help you with anything”
“What did ya say?”
“Let me know if I can help you with anything, if you have any questions” I said a little louder.
“Oh! Ok” He smiled a semi-toothless smile at me.
I let him look around half wondering if he wandered into the wrong store or not, that has happened many times before. But he looked around with curiosity and then made his way to the movies so I left him alone to look as I moved the DVD’s behind the counter closer together, filling any gaps. After a short while he shuffled up to the counter and handed me a DVD box and I took it from him and turned my back to him so I could find the actual DVD and put it into the case.
“You don’t have many DVD’s where women have bushes” He said in an annoyed tone.
I blinked, “bushes” was not the term I was expecting to hear from a guy that was well into his 80’s. “Those are usually in the ‘Kinky’ section. We get a few in now and then; it’s not a big seller, however”
“It’s a shame….so sad” He said sadly.
Umm ok? I rang him up and told him his total and as he handed me over his money he said, “It’s sad that young women nowadays get rid of their glory. They should be proud of their bushes. It’s a beautiful thing, the bush”
I smiled at him kindly, not really having anything to say because if I did I might laugh (not to be mean just because it was funny to hear coming from a tiny little old man).
“Well thank you. I’ll be back.”
“Alright, have a great day, sir” I said with a smile.
On his way out he turned back to say to me, just in case I forgot, “I’m crazy about the bushes”
This gentleman has been in a couple more times and he has to reiterate how much he just LOVES the bushes. Like the other day he shuffled into the store again and went in search for more “bush” DVD’s and found only one out of the few that he liked and he said to me, “You really don’t get in bush DVD’s do you?”
“It’s considered a fetish and not a very popular one but I can see if they warehouse can send me a few more.”
“A fetish? That can’t be a fetish” He said confused.
“Well it slowly is becoming one because most women are shaved in the movies now”
“I know….It’s so sad that women like to be…” his sentence trailed off and then said softly like he was going to utter a curse word, “….bald.” He made a face at me, “It just doesn’t do anything for me, ya know?”
I just smiled and nodded, I mean what do you say to a little old man? All I know is I probably will have more stories with him in it later.
So ladies, be proud of those bushes because there are some people who appreciate them. LOL!