Yeah, once again the little snotfaces from the junior high had half a day today. This meant Irv had some fun with them today.
First, a gang of pre-teen guys decided to hang out by the condoms. One of them grabbed a package of Trojan Magnums (Really? Your balls haven't dropped yet and you think you're THAT big?)
Me: Alright guys, let's move along here.
Kid: I was going to buy these?
Me: Really? Because A) you're too young and B) you wish.
Other kid: *snicker* Are you serious?!
Me: How old is zit-tac-toe over there, 14? 15? That's a little young to have to ask the doctor why it hurts when you pee, isn't it?
Kid with condoms: I was going to blow them up like balloons.
I then followed the gang toward the registers, in case the kid tried to run off without paying for the condoms. They did get in a checkout line, so I left them alone.
And then, not too long after that--a gaggle of giggling preteen girls gathered by those same condoms. Evidently our condom section was the place to be. As I made my way over, a couple of boxes of condoms went whizzing through the air and onto the floor. Seems they thought it would be a horn-honking good time to have a condom fight.
Me: Put the condoms back where they belong, and please leave.
Girl: I'm going to buy some!
Me: Really?
Girl: Yeah!
Me: Well, condoms can and do break. If MTV starts scoping out your house, that might be a good time to see the OB/GYN, kay?
Girl: What"
Me: Nevermind.
And then they left. With or without the condoms I don't know.
Finally, a bunch of other kids treating the furniture department like their own rumpus room, sipping on sodas from the nearby fast-food places.
Me: All right, out of here please, unless you're planning to buy the furniture.
Girl: *cocky* I was thinking of buying this table, but your prices are outrageous.
Me: Then ask your mommy to give you an advance on your allowance. Now out of here, please.
It's amazing how little power it took to go to my head already.
First, a gang of pre-teen guys decided to hang out by the condoms. One of them grabbed a package of Trojan Magnums (Really? Your balls haven't dropped yet and you think you're THAT big?)
Me: Alright guys, let's move along here.
Kid: I was going to buy these?
Me: Really? Because A) you're too young and B) you wish.
Other kid: *snicker* Are you serious?!
Me: How old is zit-tac-toe over there, 14? 15? That's a little young to have to ask the doctor why it hurts when you pee, isn't it?
Kid with condoms: I was going to blow them up like balloons.
I then followed the gang toward the registers, in case the kid tried to run off without paying for the condoms. They did get in a checkout line, so I left them alone.
And then, not too long after that--a gaggle of giggling preteen girls gathered by those same condoms. Evidently our condom section was the place to be. As I made my way over, a couple of boxes of condoms went whizzing through the air and onto the floor. Seems they thought it would be a horn-honking good time to have a condom fight.
Me: Put the condoms back where they belong, and please leave.
Girl: I'm going to buy some!
Me: Really?
Girl: Yeah!
Me: Well, condoms can and do break. If MTV starts scoping out your house, that might be a good time to see the OB/GYN, kay?
Girl: What"
Me: Nevermind.
And then they left. With or without the condoms I don't know.
Finally, a bunch of other kids treating the furniture department like their own rumpus room, sipping on sodas from the nearby fast-food places.
Me: All right, out of here please, unless you're planning to buy the furniture.
Girl: *cocky* I was thinking of buying this table, but your prices are outrageous.
Me: Then ask your mommy to give you an advance on your allowance. Now out of here, please.
It's amazing how little power it took to go to my head already.

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