Play Boy Bunny?

Sadly, I had no good Crazy Phone Calls this week but I do have a story for you from last week.

Play Boy Bunny?

Sometimes I post stories on Face Book and forget to elaborate on them here on this blog. This story was one of them. It was last week sometime when I had just opened, last week seemed to be back-to-back people and I loved that I was finally having a decent work day full of customers. He was one of my first customers and I actually wasn’t expecting him to be blog worthy. But people in Dundalk like to keep you guessing whose nuts and who’s not. I was getting the paper work for the day together when the Love Lips jingle chimed and in walked a man in his late 20’s, bald, fit and muscular. I at least thought he looked buff but upon further inspection something was little off. His upper chest muscles were super puffy and the lower part of his torso was kind of flabby, I couldn’t quite figure out why he looked so disproportionate. I caught myself staring at him as he walked over to the men’s lingerie and later I realized trying to figure out what was wrong ended up being a mistake. Shaking off the fact I couldn’t figure out what was wrong I said, “If I can help you with anything, let me know” Staring to figure out what was wrong with his body was mistake # 1.

“Yeah, do you have this in an XL?” He pulled a Play Boy Bunny long sleeved shirt out to show me.

“Sadly that’s all we have, we don’t have a stock room so everything that is out is what we have” I said with an apologetic smile.

“Aww, OK....what size is the mannequin’s shirt?” We have an upper body mannequin that sits low on the floor. He’s a headless mannequin I have named Chuck. My heart sank, I found out the hard way getting clothes off Chuck is difficult because his arms only move straight upwards and the body is sculpted to be buff looking so getting a shirt off is hard. Chuck’s arms also don’t move correctly, one arm doesn’t like to stay up in the air and he copped a feel that one day. We had words. So I got up and walked round to check the tag on Chuck’s shirt. “It’s a Large, too. Sorry” I was happy I didn’t have to disrobe Chuck again, I’m sure he was sad he wouldn’t have an excuse to touch my boob again but he’ll live.

“Well, let me try on the Large and I’ll see if it fits. What colors do you like better?”

Ugh, I don’t care…I looked at the black and red Play Boy Bunny shirt he had in one hand and in the other he held a grey and blue Play Boy Bunny shirt. “Red? I’ve always liked red” Mistake # 2.

He gave me a funny look and said, “Ok, red. Should I just try it on here?”

“Um...we have a dressing room in the back?” I wasn’t sure if he was going to keep his shirt on to try it on. Besides it looked like it was going to be too small, the poor people outside didn’t need to see that.

He took the red and black one in the back to try it on. I moved into the toy section to rearrange some things as he walked back into the dressing rooms. I realized after moving a few items he was looking at me half like he thought I was spying on him or going to walk back with him. I busied myself to make sure I was clearly stating silently I was NOT looking at him. He then came out a few seconds later stuffed into the Play Boy Bunny shirt. “It’s too tight, isn’t it?”

I couldn’t lie, it was way too tight. It just accented how disproportionate his upper body was. “Yeah, it is. I’ll E-Mail the warehouse to see if we can get bigger sizes” Without warning he whipped the shirt off and I quickly faced the toys again so I thankfully didn’t see anything. I really didn’t want to see him shirtless but I apparently had given the impression I wanted to. I felt him linger for a few heart beats before he went back into the dressing room. I’m glad he didn’t touch me or move closer to me because then I’d be blogging from jail.

He came back out a few minutes later dressed, “So you’ll know if you can get bigger sizes in, when?”

“If you call us tomorrow I can have an answer for you” I said as I typed the E-Mail to the person in charge of the lingerie section.

“Nah, thanks though” He kept looking at me waiting to see if I was going to say anything else but then after a pause he said, “Alright, have a great night”

“You too” I was very glad to be free of his sweet smelling cologne.

Why do men think if you’re nice to them you’re hitting on them? I really don’t get it. Have a great weekend everyone!!!

Buy Something Special for Your Man

Buy Something Special for Your Man

This happened around Valentine’s Day earlier this year and I still remember it like it was the other day because of the ridiculousness of it all. It was a cold day and the snow was still melting outside (we had some insane snow this past winter in Baltimore) when the Love Lips jingle sounded I was surprised we had a customer. Due to bad weather that never seemed to end I was glad to see two younger women walk into the store. But my happiness to see another human being quickly faded. The feminine African American woman who was extremely petite and was wrapped in a wool coat, mittens, and scarf smiled over at me with a big white smile. My expression hardened. Despite every sign on every door and even bigger signs hanging on the pillars outside that say NO SOLICITERS, we managed to have them everywhere from Christmas time until now. People who want to sell their stolen merchandise or sell product from whatever cooperation they worked for.

“Hi there” She said cheerfully, unfazed by my stony look.

“Hello, if you have any questions about anything in the store let me know”

“Well maybe I can help you” She said in a sing-song voice. The other African American woman with her was equally as petite but dressed more butch and seemed to be with her for the ride, she wasn’t the seller by any means.

“No thank you.” I said tartly.

“Aww come on! I’m selling perfume and cologne kits for 19% off the original marked price and I also have 100% Egyptian cotton sheets in every size you can think of, perfect for the Valentine season coming up!” She wiggled her eyebrows at me.

I really wanted to do nothing more than to smack the smug smile off her face, she was making it very clear she was going to be pushy and I hate pushy sellers. “No thank you” Besides why would I buy something from her? I work in a Sex Toy Store!

“You know you want to buy your man the top selling cologne, it smells very yummy”

“No-Thank-You”

“Aww come on, you gotta buy him something, dontcha?”

“Not anything you’re selling” I usually don’t correct people when they assume I’m straight because I don’t want to be harassed.

“It’s only 19.95! It really is a steal! I promise you he’ll love it”

If glares could burn holes in souls, my glare was it and I didn’t hold back and finally her smile wavered, “Oook…We’re just going to look around a minute”

Thank you for FINALLY getting my point, you idiot! I watched them carefully as the two of them walked close to one another and I saw a few quick touches that really screamed “Lesbians!” But being a lesbian myself I wasn’t going to say anything. I let them look and finally after a couple of minutes the feminine girl brought up hand cuffs and a blind fold. “Is that gonna be all for you?”

“Yeah unless you wanna buy your boyfriend a perfume kit in exchange for this stuff” She winked at me.

I glared at her again and finally said, “I don’t have a boyfriend, I’m a lesbian so stop asking me to buy something for a man” I rang her up and told her the total. I was happy to see she was gaping at me like I had 4 heads that did circus tricks from my response, her partner snorted in the background. Sadly though, that didn’t stop her next comment as she paid me.

“Well we do have lovely smelling perfume for your special lady”

AAUGGHH!! “No. I’m not interested. My girlfriend isn’t into smelly-girly things like that”

“What about the bed—“

“NO!” I finally said in a raised voice, “Thank you, have a nice afternoon, ladies!”

Thankfully they got the hint and left but not after getting a scathing look from the seller as she left.

HELP ME!!!

HELP ME!!

Boy did I ever need help this afternoon. I swear I wish sometimes we were like a normal retail store with more than one person working. I mean I know we’re too slow for that but this afternoon I think I was allowed to day dream about working with someone else. It was a SLOW day, only 2 customers since 9AM and it was already about 1:40. Compared to last week, it was just plain depressing with how slow it was. I was actually typing up another story that will be posted tomorrow when I noticed the sun in the window was being blocked by a figure in the window. I looked up from my typing and there was a man staring at me in between two hanging mannequins in the window. I jumped a little from surprise. I sadly knew this man; he came into the store last week, briefly to ask me who I was because he had never seen me before. He always dressed like he might be homeless and his beard and his clothes screamed he was unkempt. After a few seconds of just looking at each other, me silently praying he didn’t come into the store, he waved lazily and walked away from the window quickly. I was musing on how I hadn’t seen my original staring guy for some months now when the door opened and the Love Lips jingle sounded. I closed the lap top and looked up. To my disappointment the man at the window had stumbled slightly through the door. “Hey” He said gruffly.

“Hello, how are you doin’ today?” I said, hoping this was going to be an equally as sort visit from him.

“Shitty” He said gruffly.

“I’m sorry” I said truthfully, I mean everyone’s had one of those days.

“Thank you, I found out two days ago my old lady was cheatin’ on me” He said as he settled himself in a comfortable standing position facing me while leaning on the glass counter.

“Oh…wow I’m sorry” I mean what do you say to something like that to someone you don’t really actually know?

“Well she’s not old, but she’s not a lady either…” He muttered to himself and stared off into space.

I smiled; I didn’t know what else to do.

He looked at me, “You have a beautiful smile”

“Thank you”

“You’re welcome” He smiled at me, “You got a boyfriend?”

I tried not to say ‘yes’ too quickly so I didn’t sound insincere. I mean I wasn’t being sincere because my ‘boyfriend’ is actually a woman but he didn’t need to know that. Even if I was straight and single there’d be NO WAY in Hell I would’ve been interested anyway. “Yes I do”

“Aww too bad…” He said with a crooked smile. “I mean that’s good but too bad”

I smiled again, it’s not the best defense but like I said before, what else would I say?

“I don’t know what I’m going to do. I mean I don’t need her but I need a girlfriend. I mean I don’t need a girlfriend but I want a girlfriend….you know what I mean? I just don’t know what I’m going to do now”

“You’ll be ok, you just gotta put one foot in front of the other. It’ll get better over time…”

“I know but I’m an alcoholic, you know that right? I’m already three sheets to the wind”

My insistent smile wavered. “Well that won’t help…”

“I know but I’m just so depressed I don’t know what else to do!” He cried in agony.

I looked down, I really had no idea what to say or do.

“You Ok?” He said curiously and with a worried tone.

“Yeah I’m fine!” I smiled brightly. I felt like Sookie Stackhouse with the smiling thing.

“You’re not depressed are you?”

“Nope” I wish you’d go home and sleep it off tho!

“That’s good. Really good. You know if you told me you’d have a great day it’d make my day better”

“Well, I’m sure I’m going to have a great day” My day will be better when you leave. SMILE!

He smiled back at me dreamily, “Good….real good. I promise I’m not trouble at all or nothin’ But do you mind?” He pulled a vodka bottle out and took a swig of it.

I was growing more uncomfortable and wondering if I should call someone, but he broke my train of thought.

“You OK?”

“Yes” I smiled again and made sure to look at him to show him I was OK, he looked like he was getting ready to leave by the way he kept staring at the door and taking slow steps towards it.

That’s when 98 Rock played Chevelle’s “Send the Pain Bellow” song and he held his hands out like he was catching his balance. “Oh after this song I’ll leave…” I LOVE the rock band Chevelle….but not today. He stood there swaying to the music and he would sing a few words here and there and that’s when he started to CRY. At first I thought he was fucking around with me, trying to get me to touch his hand or something. But no, he was really crying. I looked around helplessly, trying desperately not to laugh, not from being rude but because I had no idea what to do. It was also funny because I was thinking this morning I am running out of stories so I was going to have to brave the new Face Book and dig for old ones. But then I had this guy come in. The Universe works in strange ways and tends to have a sense of humor like this, I kind of felt like it was saying, “You asked for it” when I was wishing for something interesting to happen today. So while trying to keep a straight face I looked at him a few times I couldn’t tell if he was making himself cry or not because I could’ve sworn I saw him peek through squinted eyes to check to see if I was looking at him cry. But there were real tears and real snot as well (Yuck). That was the longest 4:12 minutes of my life and I was wondering if I could handle listening to that song again after this. I handed him a paper towel. “Sorry we don’t have tissues…”

“It’s OK, bless you…bless you” I blinked but continued to look down as he blew his nose.

I tried to gently hint it was time for him to go home now. “You be safe going home, OK?”

“You know, I believe in God, I pray every day and He still puts me through this shit”

Oh no were going onto religion now. I wasn’t going to say anything on this subject, this topic never ended well for anyone and he was drunker than a skunk.

“I know, I know” He nodded like I was chastising him silently, “I’ll just keep on prayin’ every day to Him and hopefully it’ll get better…”

“Prayer is good, it will get better, just give it time” I said softly, I really did feel bad for him but was very much done with his stay.

He crossed himself and closed his eyes and bowed his head like I was a statue of a Saint. He folded his hands in prayer and said solemnly to me, “Bless you…”

I nodded, “Be safe going home, ok?”

“Yeah yeah…” As he started to leave Nine Inch Nails “Closer” came on and he stopped mid-stride. “Is this NIN?”

“Yeah…” Ugh…

He walked back to the counter to lean and sing the new song disjointedly. I started to ignore him flat out so he’d get the idea; I was giving him a few more minutes before I called someone. Halfway through the song he said, “OK I gotta go or else I’m gonna pass out”

“Be safe!” I said happily.

“Thanks…you too hunnie….” He smiled sadly and left the store and started to sing the line “Help Me” from the song “Closer” and then once the door was closing he screamed “HELP ME!” and kept screaming that as he walked towards the auto shop nearby.

All I could do was laugh because that had to be one of the craziest things I have dealt with, and as you’ve read I’ve seen and heard a lot. I’m glad the day is over.

CPCF- Allergies?

CPCF- Allergies?

Its Friday once again and because of Face Book’s new set up I wasn’t sure I’d have a good Phone Call Story but low and behold I got a phone call this afternoon that is CPCF worthy! The Universe always provides, thank goodness! Sadly it was a shot conversation but annoying enough to be on this blog.

It has been raining all morning and afternoon in stinky Dundalk. I hadn’t slept well last night so my enthusiasm and stupid-tolerance was super low, but it had been a busy afternoon and I was glad that our little Dundalk store seemed to be picking up more traffic flow this week. During some of the down time the phone rang. I clicked the ‘Talk’ button and said, “Love Lips, how can I help you?” The voice that answered me sounded muffled and super quiet. So I said a little louder into the receiver, “Hello, Love Lips?”

“Hiya there, how are you?” His broken, soft, muffled voice said on the other end.

“I’m sorry I can barely hear you” I said, I hate that our phones suck.

“I said Hi, how are you?” He said a tiny bit louder.

“I’m OK, how are you?” I said a little confused.

“I said, Hi, how are YOU?” He said again.

“I said I was Ok, can I help you??” I’m now starting to think he’s one of the usual jerk-off-as-you-talk guys so my semi-cheerful voice drops to monotone.

“I have______allergy” he said, and the bad connection between our phones lost some of what he said.

“Sir, I really can’t hear you, what did you say??” I say much louder, I was now thinking maybe he thought he was calling a doctor’s office.

“I said I have a really bad allergy!” He said in a slightly louder (not really much louder) voice.

I blinked and the Love Lips jiggle signaled a customer. “Sir, did you have a question for me?”

“Oh…who’s this?” Oh not you!

“I said did you have a question for me?”

“I…just wanted to talk…sorry for…….” He hung up the phone slowly, so he apparently was using a non-cordless phone, I never thought I’d hear that noise again, everyone has cordless nowadays.

I don’t know why men think women who work at Porn Stores want to have phone sex. One day I’m going to ask one of these men why they call and why they think we’d be interested in it. Have a safe rainy night everyone!!

Chronicles of (M): Part VII

Chronicles of (M): Part VII

Spank Me Holly, Fuck Me Frank

LOL Sorry the title basically says it all and leaves nothing to the imagination but I feel like explaining the story to you anyway because it is definitely worth reading. So, this just happened last week, I had about 6 customers in the store while this happened, which just adds to the icing on the story. This guy and his girlfriend are looking into buying a whip, which is no big deal, until Frank starts spanking Holly with this whip. Now normally most of us that work at Love Lips are used to couples testing it out and then stop after one or two test whips. But Frank is whipping Holly hard and I mean hard.  I actually turned my music down for this to make sure no one was getting really hurt. But sadly it just got awkward after that because Holly and Frank are now basically performing clothed foreplay all throughout the store; the other customers were literally walking away when they came near. So, this awkward foreplay continues I begin to think they are drunk or high. Their eyes weren’t red but they were both very twitchy. After watching them for a while I saw that Holly is new to the stripping (“dancer”) world as she doesn’t know we give discount to strippers on clothing. I wasn’t completely sure that’s what she did so I didn’t wanna assume so I left that out when I rang them up. While she’s up at the front paying for the stuff they’re buying she keeps talking about her boss at work and that he’s gonna want her to wear these certain clothes and especially on Halloween. To me she already looks like a black crack-head ghost of Christmas, I wasn’t sure how much more scary she could make herself look. Thankfully they did buy tings and with real money because most awkward people like this make a scene then leave. Ultimately they bought a whip and 2 outfits. To everyone’s disgust they continue their sexually-on-slaught until they got to their car. I literally watched Frank and Holly on opposite sides of their car and trip on the parking curb in front of their car at the same time. Hopefully that trip jarred them enough to rattle some sense into them both.....but it’s doubtful

- (M) Out-

Have You Ever Seen a Real Hooker?

Have You Ever Seen a Real Hooker?

These stories are also from last year around the time I first started. Now to fill you in I have never lived in an area where it was full of white trash people with questionable occupations before. I’ve been bless fully sheltered in that department up until now. I have never talked or really ever seen a real hooker before except on TV and because it’s TV they’re attractive young women…real life is SO much scarier. But since I’ve started working here I’ve had my share fair of meeting hookers on a one-on-one basis. It’s kind of special and I really do feel bad for some of these women. But who am I to judge their choice when I know nothing about them? All I know is sometimes it makes a great story.

The first time I realized hookers would come into an Adult Store was an interesting one. It was early morning and I was still getting used to the flow of the Dundalk store, I had worked at one of the sister stores as an employee before I got moved here to Dundalk to manage the whole store. The Love Lips jingle sounded and I looked up to see a very rough around the edges looking late 20’s Latina woman with horribly dyed black hair, bright red lip stick and horribly drawn on black lip liner. She was wearing a too small leather jacket that came halfway up her pot belly that was over hanging on top of skin tight yoga pants. The jacket kinda hid most of the short frilly black top that sadly didn’t cover her ponch either. Her eyebrows were painted on with some kind of eye liner but it was crooked and uneven. I noticed something was wrong besides her outfit when she limped over to the panties on the wall. Before I could ask if she was OK I realized her high heel was broken and she was still walking on it. “If I can help you ma’am, let me know” I wasn’t sure if she was drunk or high or both.

She turned to look at me with her badly make-uped face and smiled a nasty toothed smile. “Thanks, hon” She then tottered around on her broken heel s she looked t all the outfits, explaining at how expensive they were. She kept muttering to herself as she made her way into the toy section and picked up a cheap bullet. She then went back to the lingerie section and got herself a skimpy thong and tossed them on the counter. “You got any of that anal ease stuff?”

“Yes ma’am” I was still unaware of what her occupation was because I’ve seen Dundalk’s finest looking this bad and that’s just normal. I rang her up and told her the total. She handed over a credit card and I saw that the name on the card was a man’s. “Sorry hon, I can’t take this without the owner of the card here”

“What? Are you serious?”

“Yeah, it’s not signed and I doubt you’re name is Walter, I need him to come in here to verify and also to sign for the purchase” I was sad I was going to lose a sale because by the looks of it she was very upset.

“Oh, for Christ sake! Hold on…” She tottered out of the store and I watched her go across the parking lot to an old beat up pick-up truck. I was debating if I should just put it away or actually wait when the Love Lips jingle sounded and Ms. America was back with the owner of the card who was a 90 year old man.

“Sorry, sir I need to see your ID and then I need you to sign this for me”

He muttered under his breath about this being ridiculous as he showed me his ID. I ran the credit card and waited for it to process when I saw Ms. America rubbing her hands all over his old wrinkly hillbilly-self and said, “Baby can I have something to make me horny?”

“No” He said gruffly.

“Aww but baby I need it, you know to get me goin’, baby….” She pet his face like he was a cat.

I thought I was going to vomit. I handed him the slip to sign.

“Come on baby, before we leave, please? I just need somethin’ to get me goin’, you know…baby” She cooed at him.

“That’s why I bought you all this stuff, woman. Besides I already signed. Now come on!” He said angrily as he stormed out of the store with the merchandise.

“Wait for me baby! Baby, come back!” She tottered quickly after him.

I have never felt so dirty in all my life, it finally clicked that I just witnessed my first hooker in 25 years.

The next time I was damned sure I knew I was dealing with hookers was when two women came in Love Lips together with an African American man. I remember I saw a very butch looking woman with long brown hair walk into the store followed by a blonde woman around the same age, both in the early 30’s/late 20’s range. I thought they were all friends who were just bored, that happens more often than you’d imagine. So I said, “Good Afternoon guys, let me know if I can help you with anything”

“Alright, thanks” The butcher looking woman said.

They all wandered the lingerie section together and I noticed the man kept touching them both intimately. I then started to wonder if they were a polyamorous group. But I left them alone and they picked out the cheapest outfits they could and then made their way to the toys. They ended up coming to the front with a double dildo and a few other toys and I rang them up and told them the total.

“Damn, you girls gotta put something back; I ain’t spending this much on you two”

I said noting as they put a few things back, and I overheard the African American man and the blonde chick whispering, “So you two are gonna fuck first and then I’m gonna choose who I want first.”

“For two of us, the price doubles”

That’s when I realized they were hookers. I also tried hard not to pay attention after that. The butcher looking woman has come in more times, always with a different man and a different woman. I don’t know why I ever thought I’d never see a hooker in a place like Love Lips, but I have been corrected!

Sometimes There Are No Words

Sometimes There Are No Words

That’s right; sometimes not even I know what to label a title because what just happened to me this afternoon really has no words. I was actually kinda worried I was going to run out of things to write about on here soon, but the Universe provides and never disappoints. This afternoon was a weird one and I sadly will never forget it either. We were kind of busy with waves of customers throughout the day. My shipment from the warehouse finally went back to being on Wednesday so I was happy to be moving more than I usually do while I work here at Love Lips. I had just finished up with the order and was taking a moment to myself while it was quiet when the Love Lips jingle signaled someone coming in. I saw a greasy looking man with brown/grey hair pulled into a ponytail peek his head in the doorway. He looked like he was wearing the tank top and pants he had on for a while now. Then behind him an equally unkempt woman looked around him into the store. She had a bob cut but had styled it so it puffed out at the sides and it looked like she might be a natural red head….with no teeth.

“Come on” She said clearly to him as she moved inside. I hate to be rude but I was surprised she spoke so clearly without top and bottom teeth.

“Hello guys, let me know if I can help you with anything” I said cheerfully.

“We’re just killin’ some time” She said with a toothless smile.

“We haven’t been in here in ages” He said as he itched under his shirt at his side.

“Well if you have questions let me know”

“Oh this stuff is great” She picked up a Wet (brand name) pillow that was flavored Tropical Fruit. “Have you ever used these?” She asked me.

“Nope” I really hate when people ask me that.

“Oh girl you don’t know what you’re missin’!” She said with a slight head bob.

“What?” He said as he sauntered over to her.

“These” She picked up the same pillow to show him, “I’ve used these and these” she said pointing to the head job pillow, “They’re so good”

“Hmm…” He walked back into the toy section.

“Ya know I’d have so many more toys if my Mom didn’t live at home. I mean I’m only 27, I should have a closet full of toys right?” She said with a weird laugh and toothless smile.

I smiled back not really sure how to respond, she did NOT look 27 she looked closer to 50. It’s scary how some people who are so young look so much older because of the things they must’ve gone through as young children.

“Come’re n look at these” The man said gruffly.

She walked over to the toy section and they both spent some time over there but when they went out of my line of vision I stood up and started to re-arrange things closer to where I could see them.

“We’re just lookin’” She said to me.

I smiled, I figured as much but that doesn’t mean I can trust anyone in this area.

She looked over at me, “We’re just lookin’, and you can come over here and look with us if you want”

I didn’t respond because I wasn’t sure if that was a polite insult or she meant it, but either way I really didn’t want to get too close to them just in case they may be contagious.

They walked back over to the counter still talking amongst themselves and then she picked up the tester power bullet, “Tester? What is it?”

“It’s a vibrator” I said in response.

“It’s so small” She looked at it questionably.

“It’s for the clitoris” You’d be surprised how many people are surprised that you can use something for that part of the female body.

She giggled and the guy she was with said, “We don’t really need any of this stuff anyway” He said matter-of-factly.

“Yup” She said with a giggle.

“Her vibrator is right here” I wish I could take it back now, but that’s when I looked up, hoping he wasn’t going to be whipping out a vibrator in his pocket but to my horror it was so much worse than that. He moved closer and lifted his shirt. The spot he had itched earlier on his side he revealed to be a small rectangular device UNDER his skin. I was silently horrified. At first I thought maybe he and a pacemaker but those are usually over the heart, right? I had no idea what the hell that was and if it was actually used as a vibrator why would they decide to put it under is skin and not to mention, why was it on his side?! O-M-G!!!! This had to be one of the GROSSEST things I have ever seen in my life!!!!!

“You wanna feel it?” He said with a weird look on his face, his shirt still lifted.

“No thanks” I said as evenly as I could. I really felt ill.

“It’s not gross” She said with a concerned face as she looked at me. I looked away not wanting to be a part of this conversation anymore. “Seriously, it’s not gross” She said a little more angrily.

“Come on let’s go” he said and they both left muttering to themselves.

I was thankful when they left and I now kind of wish I had asked what the hell it was but am also kind of glad I didn’t ask because I’m sure I really really didn’t want to know what it was……