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I now have the urge to go buy a cowgirl hat, and listen to my Jeff Foxworthy CD all day long.
Honkeytonk Badonkadonk
I was stocking olives on the shelves. Unfortunately, the olives are on the high shelf, and I'm 4'8". I had to stretch and stand on my tiptoes to reach the shelf. While doing this, a guy passes by, whistles, and says, "That's one nice ass you got there! Bet you're a real hoot down at the bars when you're dancing!" (note: yes, I've been told I'm a good dancer, but I don't do it in bars. I'm underage.) I just smile sweetly and go, "Boy, you better keep your distance, you can look but you can't touch." He hollered and hooted and walked away laughing. I don't mind guys who flirt with me. Sometimes I flirt back like I did with this one.
Man, I Feel Like a Woman
There was this college guy wandering around the store... in a skirt.
The customers around him generally avoided him.
What Was I Thinkin'?
This is actually a co-worker's story. Seems he fell in love with a girl and they decided to go on a date together. Problem is girl's dad is overly protective of his daughter and doesn't want her to go out. So girl sneaks out window and dad finds out. He goes after boy with his shotgun and proceeds to make it rain bullets inside the bed of boy's pick-up truck. Later, dad calls the cops on the boy saying boy kidnapped his daughter. This led to the police pulling over boy and asking girl if she's okay. Girl says she's on a date with boy and is furious her dad called the cops. Boy decides to bring girl home to avoid any trouble with dad. Dad tells boy if he ever gets near his daughter again, it's not just going to be the truck he shoots at. Boy is shaking when he gets to work and tells me this story. I pat him on the back, and buy him a huge bag of his favorite treat, marshmallows.
She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy
Guy comes up and asks if we have any plant food. We do and I tell him what aisle it's in. He comes back into my line and says that he hopes this food will make the grass grow faster so he can cut it. He sees me raise an eyebrow and elaborates. He explains that his wife likes it when he cuts the grass and will often join him and *ahem* try different positions while cutting the grass. I felt grateful after he left.
Just another amusing day in retail hell. Of course, with all the country song that kept popping into my head as the day went on with sucky customers, I'm surprised that I didn't see any horses running around asking which aisle we kept the hay and fodder.
Honkeytonk Badonkadonk
I was stocking olives on the shelves. Unfortunately, the olives are on the high shelf, and I'm 4'8". I had to stretch and stand on my tiptoes to reach the shelf. While doing this, a guy passes by, whistles, and says, "That's one nice ass you got there! Bet you're a real hoot down at the bars when you're dancing!" (note: yes, I've been told I'm a good dancer, but I don't do it in bars. I'm underage.) I just smile sweetly and go, "Boy, you better keep your distance, you can look but you can't touch." He hollered and hooted and walked away laughing. I don't mind guys who flirt with me. Sometimes I flirt back like I did with this one.
Man, I Feel Like a Woman
There was this college guy wandering around the store... in a skirt.
The customers around him generally avoided him. What Was I Thinkin'?
This is actually a co-worker's story. Seems he fell in love with a girl and they decided to go on a date together. Problem is girl's dad is overly protective of his daughter and doesn't want her to go out. So girl sneaks out window and dad finds out. He goes after boy with his shotgun and proceeds to make it rain bullets inside the bed of boy's pick-up truck. Later, dad calls the cops on the boy saying boy kidnapped his daughter. This led to the police pulling over boy and asking girl if she's okay. Girl says she's on a date with boy and is furious her dad called the cops. Boy decides to bring girl home to avoid any trouble with dad. Dad tells boy if he ever gets near his daughter again, it's not just going to be the truck he shoots at. Boy is shaking when he gets to work and tells me this story. I pat him on the back, and buy him a huge bag of his favorite treat, marshmallows.
She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy
Guy comes up and asks if we have any plant food. We do and I tell him what aisle it's in. He comes back into my line and says that he hopes this food will make the grass grow faster so he can cut it. He sees me raise an eyebrow and elaborates. He explains that his wife likes it when he cuts the grass and will often join him and *ahem* try different positions while cutting the grass. I felt grateful after he left.
Just another amusing day in retail hell. Of course, with all the country song that kept popping into my head as the day went on with sucky customers, I'm surprised that I didn't see any horses running around asking which aisle we kept the hay and fodder.
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