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I work at an 'independent' bookstore. A couple years ago we started carrying Vera Bradley items. Now, if you are not familiar with VB, I envy you. VB makes purses, luggage, wallets etc. They are all quilted and have hideously awful floral or paisley patterns. They looks like something my Grandma might have carried if she'd lived to be 90 and senile and nearly blind. Yet for some reason they are very popular, even with girls and teenagers. They are also insanely expensive (as in, $80 for a backpack).
Over Christmas this year our brilliant owner decided we should set up a kiosk in the mall across the street from the store and sell the VB stuff there. Of course they made me work there 4 days a week for 3 months (despite the fact that I applied to a bookstore because I love BOOKS...and because I couldn't bear to work in a mall). But at least I got a good story out of it.
Around Christmas the mall is besieged by people from all over the state, particularly the Eastern part. The kindest way to describe these people is 'rural'. The most accurate way is 'blazing redneck'.
Anyway, one day I was sitting at the stupid kiosk trying to work on my novel when a couple comes up. The woman looks at a VB watch (a watch with three interchangable straps so you can wear different sorts of Ugly on different days). It was in the $75 range. She asked the man to buy it for her. He said, hell no. The woman pouted and whined. After a few minutes the man leaned over and whispered something to her. She brightened up and nodded vigorously. Then she went off to another store while the man purchased the watch.
As I rang him up, he said, "I bet you want to know why I agreed to buy this."
I didn't really care, but to be polite I inquired. "Why, sir?"
His answer: "We have a four-hour drive back home and she's going to give me a blowjob on the way."
Apparently the woman did not find this deal degrading. Or dangerous.
Over Christmas this year our brilliant owner decided we should set up a kiosk in the mall across the street from the store and sell the VB stuff there. Of course they made me work there 4 days a week for 3 months (despite the fact that I applied to a bookstore because I love BOOKS...and because I couldn't bear to work in a mall). But at least I got a good story out of it.
Around Christmas the mall is besieged by people from all over the state, particularly the Eastern part. The kindest way to describe these people is 'rural'. The most accurate way is 'blazing redneck'.
Anyway, one day I was sitting at the stupid kiosk trying to work on my novel when a couple comes up. The woman looks at a VB watch (a watch with three interchangable straps so you can wear different sorts of Ugly on different days). It was in the $75 range. She asked the man to buy it for her. He said, hell no. The woman pouted and whined. After a few minutes the man leaned over and whispered something to her. She brightened up and nodded vigorously. Then she went off to another store while the man purchased the watch.
As I rang him up, he said, "I bet you want to know why I agreed to buy this."
I didn't really care, but to be polite I inquired. "Why, sir?"
His answer: "We have a four-hour drive back home and she's going to give me a blowjob on the way."
Apparently the woman did not find this deal degrading. Or dangerous.
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