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So, I am working stocking the houseware items.
An older man in a motorized wheelchair drives up, and asks me about a wrist-bound rocket slingshot. He explains how someone told him they were in the Xmas section, but thought about them being in sporting goods.
The whole time his eyes were on my chest, no matter how I moved or held something up to cover me.
I eventually realized I had no damn clue about the slingshot, and excused myself to grab a male co-worker to help him, telling him how the guy was staring. He helped the guy.
A while later, they discovered we've never carried them, and refer the man to a specialty store. The guy and co-worker continue to talk.
Turns out, the man has very bad eyesight and his eyes just happened to be stuck looking fixedly in the exact height of my chest. -_-
An older man in a motorized wheelchair drives up, and asks me about a wrist-bound rocket slingshot. He explains how someone told him they were in the Xmas section, but thought about them being in sporting goods.
The whole time his eyes were on my chest, no matter how I moved or held something up to cover me.
I eventually realized I had no damn clue about the slingshot, and excused myself to grab a male co-worker to help him, telling him how the guy was staring. He helped the guy.
A while later, they discovered we've never carried them, and refer the man to a specialty store. The guy and co-worker continue to talk.
Turns out, the man has very bad eyesight and his eyes just happened to be stuck looking fixedly in the exact height of my chest. -_-
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