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On the subject of work calls and jackin' it:

A couple of months ago at the bookstore, we had a guy call in asking about our bookmarks. We've got one of those big spinning towers of bookmarks, all of them with tassells. He asks the employee who picked up the phone (who's a she) whether we still had the tasselled bookmarks in stock. She says yes. He then asks her to look for a specific kind (I believe it was a zodiac bookmark). As she's looking for them, she tells us that the guy has kind of a creepy, breathless voice. She doesn't find them, tells him we don't have what he's looking for, but she can't hang up on him just yet because right out of the blue he says "oooh, I just love your bookmarks. You want to guess how many I've got tied around my dick right now?"

We're all pretty convinced that the guy was being dead serious. If that's the case, we can file that entry in the Big Book Of Batshit Crazy Fetishes.

It's such a shame such a beautiful girl and lonely, Im ashamed of my gender.