I hate when male customers ask me for directions. As soon as they spot another penis in the store they completely walk away from me and ask the other man for directions. This happens ALL the time:
Sunday, April 22, 2012
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Love the cleavage, and it is so freaking true. rats
ReplyDeleteUse my handy dandy response "Hell if I know."
ReplyDeleteHe he... with that nice cleavage, I'd definitely be staying around to hear *your* directions, and asking you for them in detail!
ReplyDeleteI got an answer to solve your problem. Throw on some cologne and a strap on. Now you appear to be a guy.
ReplyDeletethis happens too often. at this point i'm sort of used to it.
ReplyDeletebut i'd just like to say that I absolutely love your blog! i've spent the past few nights reading your entries and as a fellow cashier and gas station drone, i feel your pain.
Ha! Same thing happens to me. Though im a guy, but I still have some pretty good cleavage going on... I guess that's a bad thing tho... But I always tell people I have no idea. They ask me for highway numbers. I have no damn clue what the highway numbers are, I just know how to get to places and usually use the road signs. Or my trusty GPS. And when I do give them the directions they ask for, they ask another customer, and they usually just say the same thing I do. I tell ya... Being a cashier would be great if it weren't for the mouth breathers out there.
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