It's 10 AM. A gentleman who can't really speak English has found himself in the sex toys section of the store.
Through universal sign language, I have explained what the "whacker" tool is used for, and what the "gun oil" lube is.
I have helped him to realize that the 8" black wang he has decided to buy does not need batteries.
And now, because my co-worker is being dense, I have to either walk to the other side of the store, or yell at him from 15 feet away: "DO WE HAVE ANY OPAQUE BAGS THAT CAN HIDE THIS GUY'S BIG BLACK DILDO?"
I decide to walk over. It's 10 AM. If it was 4 in the afternoon maybe I would shout.
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