Limit: 3 Per Day (3)
A guy came in today and immediately dunked his hand into the condom box, pulling out no less than 478 million condoms and shoved them into his pocket.
“Hey!” I shouted as he walked away. He froze. “That looks like more than three to me!”
He fidgeted, then jammed his hand into his pocket for about 30 seconds, feeling around. All I could hear were the weird plastic sounds of the zillions of condom wrappers rubbing against one another. Finally, he pulled his hand out with three condoms.
“No way, man!” he yelled. “You don’t know what you’re talking about!”
He turned around and kept walking.
Sigh. They don’t pay me enough to even bother.
Posted by Stan on December 9, 2003 9:06 PM | Permalink | “I’m a Living Joke!” - Horror Stories from the Workplace | Digg It
I bet he thought of you guiltily during that final moment of bliss, let’s just hope that it was during legitimate sex and not that new fangled “gay” sex.
Posted by teenwolf | December 11, 2003 5:30 PM | Reply
“Hey, one per person! Put those back!”
“Eat me!”
Posted by Jonathan Marko | December 13, 2003 3:33 PM | Reply
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HEY, you have no right to criticize the way i count, bitch.
love,
-d!
Posted by Anonymous | December 10, 2003 2:46 AM | Reply