by Ro-Ads
I hope my absence from MRS has been felt deeply. If not, you can eat a dick.
Today, I am typing this quickly before I head into work; I know I promised to write about the virulent-male-who-turns-female-submissive, but for now you get THIS, whilst it is so fresh.
Yesterday was Monday. A normal Monday in the Sin Shack world. Until this:
Me: Good morning!
White Trash Santa: *grumble* Morning.
(I continue with my morning paperwork, as this guy strolled in with his decades-old tobacco stained beard, the hair looking as if it is running as fast as hairly possible from his hole-filled grin. His clothing breathes in the fresh, clean, air, and exhales musty sweat and empty Spam container stink. He’s my first customer, waiting at the door until I opened for business. I let him stay in the store, but only until another customer strolls in.)
WTS: *grumble* Where’s all the rest of your movies?
Me: All we have is what we have out, sir. They’re separated into genre. Is there a certain one you are looking for?
WTS: YES. Got any with…animals…in it?
Me: We follow all laws and regulations with all of our product. So, no, we do not.
WTS: You sure you got nothing in the back? No books, even?
Me: Yes. Yes I am.
(Surprised at this point he can even read.)
WTS: I’m not a cop.
Me: This is not the side of the road, and we are not a fireworks stand. I don’t care whether you’re a cop or not; we do not have what you are looking for.
WTS: If I give you my number, will you sell me some from your…private collection?
(This is where I am delighted to have an inner monologue, as I shouldn’t REALLY give White Trash Santa a verbal dressing down, as I am sure he would just go home and get extra jolly with that thought…)
Me: Sir, I would not. We do not carry animal porn, I do not watch animal porn; I have never nor will I ever own ANIMAL PORN.
WTS: Interspecies Erotica.
Me: Get. Out. Of. My. Store. NOW.
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