2/21/2015

Why Retail Workers Love the Public

Story Sent in by Mary:

When Shawn picked me up for our date he told me he had a fun place to take me. He brought me to an office supply store about half a mile away.

He led me inside and brought me to an aisle that inexplicably had shelves of dozens of stuffed animals that sang obnoxiously if you pressed their hands. He pressed all their hands in rapid succession so that they all dissolved into a screaming, hollering cacophony. It was truly awful and I couldn't even tell what they were singing.

Once they had finished, he said, "So that's it. Do you have any ideas?"

I said, "Uh... dinner?"

He said, "Nah. Already ate. I'll just drive you home."

He drove me home, took off, and I never heard from him again. It was hard for me at first to believe that all he wanted was a witness to his antics. But the more I thought on it, the more I realized that the simplest and saddest explanation was probably the right one.

2 comments:

  1. OP, I'm sorry honey, but you're right. The simplest and saddest explanation is right. Once your date got a look at you, he decided he wasn't spending any money on a buffet dinner for you. He came up with a quick lame "date" and then bolted. Work a little harder on your makeup next time.

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  2. ^^^--- Does that woman have 2 rows of eye lashes and 2 sets of eyebrows? I don't even know what to say...

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