Back in the day, a long time ago, when the earth was green and I was but a wee lass, I worked my first job at... Wait for it, wait for it... Hot Topic. Don't make fun! It was the funnest job ever! I could wear anything, dance, do whatever as long as I got my work done. ^.^ It -rocked.-
I have two very memorable stories from this time period. Not terribly sucky, more funny than anything, in retrospect. Come with me on this trip down memory lane...
Happy Holidays.
A father and his son were Christmas shopping, the father being guided towards what the son wanted by his son and myself. A couple cool t-shirts, some pants, and they're up at the cash register, and ready to go. They turn to leave, and as we're saying goodbye, I pipe up with, "Happy Holidays!"
The father places both hands on my arms and replied whole-heartedly, "I know you have to say that to be politically correct and all, but I say, put the CHRIST back in Christmas, MERRY CHRISTMAS!"
And I reply with a big smile and "I'm Jewish!"
For the record: It's not a lie, I'm ethnically Jewish and I was raised Jewish. But I wasn't about to blurt out "I'M ATHEIST!" to an apparently devout Christian. I do have a reasonable amount of class, you see. ^.^
Even Happier Holidays.
Everybody? Let's get this straight right now. I have huge breasts. Even at that time, I had huge breasts. Do I need to repeat it, or are you guys good? This becomes important later! There WILL be a test!
Anyway, I'm standing at the entrance to the store, when all of the sudden I see a little boy walking along in the mall, bouncing a bouncey ball. I'm wearing a low-cut tank top. And guess where the bouncey ball lands? Why, yes, it landed a perfect 10, directly in my cleavage. I pluck it out and look at it, confused for a moment, and as I'm wondering how to handle this, the boy's father plucks the ball from my hand and says "This belongs to us!" Before continuing on his way. I stand there for another couple of seconds before I find myself able to call after them, "You're WELCOME," and return to the safe, bouncey-ball-molestation-free chambers of my place of employment.
To this day, it is still a WTF? moment for me. XD
I have two very memorable stories from this time period. Not terribly sucky, more funny than anything, in retrospect. Come with me on this trip down memory lane...
Happy Holidays.
A father and his son were Christmas shopping, the father being guided towards what the son wanted by his son and myself. A couple cool t-shirts, some pants, and they're up at the cash register, and ready to go. They turn to leave, and as we're saying goodbye, I pipe up with, "Happy Holidays!"
The father places both hands on my arms and replied whole-heartedly, "I know you have to say that to be politically correct and all, but I say, put the CHRIST back in Christmas, MERRY CHRISTMAS!"
And I reply with a big smile and "I'm Jewish!"
For the record: It's not a lie, I'm ethnically Jewish and I was raised Jewish. But I wasn't about to blurt out "I'M ATHEIST!" to an apparently devout Christian. I do have a reasonable amount of class, you see. ^.^
Even Happier Holidays.
Everybody? Let's get this straight right now. I have huge breasts. Even at that time, I had huge breasts. Do I need to repeat it, or are you guys good? This becomes important later! There WILL be a test!
Anyway, I'm standing at the entrance to the store, when all of the sudden I see a little boy walking along in the mall, bouncing a bouncey ball. I'm wearing a low-cut tank top. And guess where the bouncey ball lands? Why, yes, it landed a perfect 10, directly in my cleavage. I pluck it out and look at it, confused for a moment, and as I'm wondering how to handle this, the boy's father plucks the ball from my hand and says "This belongs to us!" Before continuing on his way. I stand there for another couple of seconds before I find myself able to call after them, "You're WELCOME," and return to the safe, bouncey-ball-molestation-free chambers of my place of employment.
To this day, it is still a WTF? moment for me. XD
Comment