so allow me to convey an experience i just had.
i work at hot topic (no laughing). i was closing with NaDz tonight. with about 4 minutes left, she jokingly tells me to go out in the mall hallway and grab a customer, as it had been a slow night. she promises me 3 stickers if i can bring someone in and have them buy something. so i walk out into the hall - not much else to do - and i look up and down the hallway... no one (our clocks are a little slow so we close like 5 minutes after every other store). the only person left in the mall is some old guy looking at one of those sports cars they have parked in the mall.
i figure what the hell and ask him how it's going. "you guys are still open? they kicked me out of the last store. do you guys carry anything hip? i like to dress hip." this is one of those guys in greased hair, leather jacket, and slacks, and smells really strongly of cologne. so he asks me this, and i actually think i made this face
so i bring him in and try and show him some more conservative stuff, and he goes straight for the crazy big pants with all the buckles and zippers. "oh yeah, these are really nice, and they're on sale? great!" so he goes back with about 6 pairs of pants and starts trying them on in the dressing room, while i'm bringing him other stuff i'm finding.
so i'm trying to shoot the shit with him while he's changing, keeping him occupied. suddenly the curtain flies open, and he's talking to me in his VERY tight black underwear. (i would rate it close to a thong, but i did not take enough time to examine) now is the time for this face
so he's talking to me about whatever...the state of youth today or something...in just his underwear and his waist size 44 belly.....shudder.
so he continues to ask for various creepy things, like for me to roll up his pants while he's wearing them (yup, huge courdoroy pants rolled up passed his ankles....imagine) and then has me scan the pants while he wears them...all the time reeking of cologne....oh man. well anyway, he buys a "hot" outfit for his wife ("better get an extra large, she's got huge tits"), and an hour after the mall should have closed, he finally leaves.
this is far and away the creepiest closing shift i have worked....
i work at hot topic (no laughing). i was closing with NaDz tonight. with about 4 minutes left, she jokingly tells me to go out in the mall hallway and grab a customer, as it had been a slow night. she promises me 3 stickers if i can bring someone in and have them buy something. so i walk out into the hall - not much else to do - and i look up and down the hallway... no one (our clocks are a little slow so we close like 5 minutes after every other store). the only person left in the mall is some old guy looking at one of those sports cars they have parked in the mall.
i figure what the hell and ask him how it's going. "you guys are still open? they kicked me out of the last store. do you guys carry anything hip? i like to dress hip." this is one of those guys in greased hair, leather jacket, and slacks, and smells really strongly of cologne. so he asks me this, and i actually think i made this face
so i bring him in and try and show him some more conservative stuff, and he goes straight for the crazy big pants with all the buckles and zippers. "oh yeah, these are really nice, and they're on sale? great!" so he goes back with about 6 pairs of pants and starts trying them on in the dressing room, while i'm bringing him other stuff i'm finding.
so i'm trying to shoot the shit with him while he's changing, keeping him occupied. suddenly the curtain flies open, and he's talking to me in his VERY tight black underwear. (i would rate it close to a thong, but i did not take enough time to examine) now is the time for this face
so he's talking to me about whatever...the state of youth today or something...in just his underwear and his waist size 44 belly.....shudder.
so he continues to ask for various creepy things, like for me to roll up his pants while he's wearing them (yup, huge courdoroy pants rolled up passed his ankles....imagine) and then has me scan the pants while he wears them...all the time reeking of cologne....oh man. well anyway, he buys a "hot" outfit for his wife ("better get an extra large, she's got huge tits"), and an hour after the mall should have closed, he finally leaves.
this is far and away the creepiest closing shift i have worked....
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flick:
you don't know how much that story made me laugh lol lol lol lol 
norritt:
that's so fucked up (shudders)