During my shift, I help a man pick out some lube. 40-something, blue collar. He says his wife had sent him in for some. He seems really sheepish. Also says he feels like a kid in a candy store because his wife has been recovering from a broken back and they are just now starting to rekindle their sex life. It had been a long time for them and he thanks me for not making him feel embarrassed.
He’s the kind of customer that I like.
Too bad they aren’t all like that.
Later on, another man comes in, asks how my day is, blah blah blah…
I dust some shelves and complain about the store being slow.
He asks, “What’s it like looking at all this stuff day in and day out?”
“Pretty desensitizing, actually.”
“Hey, you’re pretty cute,” he says. “What time do you get off? Wanna hang out afterwards?”
“Nope, I’ve gotta boyfriend.” I couldn’t have been less interested in this man and I wasn’t hiding it.
“Ah, that sucks, I was thinking we could go fool around in the back or something.”
Don’t make assumptions just because I work in a sex shop.