LOL thats awesome, your stories almost always seem to involve either sex or violence!
PS. Nice avatar, i miss the Boondocks reppin' in your avatar.
I have so many stories, but i can't think of many at the moment... When I decided to change this thread from random nothingness, I had hoped to write a story at least once a day but that already hasn't worked. I think I'll make up for it one with one of my favorite stories, and its a long one too so here it is:
After high school a friend of my brothers got me a job at a Hot Topic in my local mall. I took it cuz it was my first job, I didn't have to dress up or dye my hair back to normal (at the time I had some red dye in there) and on top of it all, mall-ass. Most of the people I ended up working with were pretty cool, lotsa cute girls too. The hottest one by far was Denise, she was stunning... but I'm not gonna go off on a tangent here.
The reason I brought her up specificaly is because as hot and cool as she was, I'll never forgive her for the hell she put me thru on my first holiday there, and even if you never had to work a crappy retail job I'm sure you know holiday time sucks in those places.
Like I said, its around xmas time and of course the malls are packed, moreso than usual. I still felt like the new guy there cuz it was my first job, so I always tried to bust my ass helping people because I wanted to impress the bosses and not get let go after the season was over. So one day Denise and I are 'zoned' in the back of the store and every now and again one of us would get stuck on fitting room duty; Basically we just had to make sure it was 1 person at a time in there, no more than X amount of items, etc. Everyone in the store hated it because the fitting room was this tiny room that trapped any foul smells given off by our dirty ass customers and its doesn't have a door, just a mesely curtain that sometimes lets you see a lil more than you want to (and if you're lucky alot more than you should be allowed
). My story falls more in line with the former situation though
This one customer comes in, she's this older woman (i'd say late 30s) and she has a shaved head and this giant wart or mole dead center between her eyebrows (it looked like a horn!) and at first she was just wandering around not bothering anyone. Then she walks into my section in the back of the store... *sigh* She wants me to take down some dresses that are high up on the wall, but of course she had to be difficult. "No, the other dress, behind that one!" My arms are getting tired from holding a ton of dressed up by this tiny lightweight pole before she decides she doesn't like the way it looks and wants me to grab another item, also high up and also behind another item.
Her breathe smelled like milk gone bad, and I had to endure it because she latched on to me for helping her. Eventually she finds some ridiculous outfit* and wants to try it all on. Enter Denise who is covering the fitting room. Denise lets her in and has to hold on to the excess appearel while I go in the back and take a breather because this lady was just SO stressful. Denise comes in and complains about how bad she smells and we just laugh about it and go back out. Now this women pops her bald head out of the fitting room and asks us if she could get some help zipping up the back of a dress. Obviously this is Denise' territory so I go back to my work.
"MA'M YOU HAVE TO PUT THE DRESS ON BEFORE I CAN ZIP IT UP!"
Thats what I heard Denise scream as she runs out of the fitting room and runs in to the back room. I go after her and she tells me how this women was just standing there in her granny panties (and bra obviously) and how there were odd stains on her underwear, and certain body hair was ot of control... you can only imagine how traumatic this was for her. I lead the way back out when that crazy women pops her head out and says "uhm..boy..uhm... can you have girl come back her to help me??" Denise now doesn't wanna come out. I tell the women someone will be right with her, and i try to pull Denise out with no luck, she was all slippery (not sure why..), and the bitch literally gets on her knees and crawls passed me hiding behind the store fixtures to run to the front and ditch me.
Now Im stuck... The crazy women, who by the way had this really drawn out way of speaking and sounded kinda mentally retarded, now wants me to zip up her dress since no one else can. Her back was just..disgusting, tons of acne (bacne if you will) and just.. it was just disgusting, i'll leave it at that. I ended up helping this women for about an hour while she looked for more weird outfits and make small talk with me. At one point she mentions the reason she wants to pick out a nice outfit is that she's gonna surprise someone, a date perhaps, at a bar later. She also mentions how she's a stripper... It's hard to believe because she was disgusting, but it was also physicaly hard to believe because it made you ill picturing her (poor Denise got an eyeful).
At one point i escape to the front of the store where Denise migrated, her and our manager were just laughing at me for being stuck with her. I beg her to go back and help but she in turn begs the boss to go on break. She has her way and leaves, bitch... (still love her though, and that ass..).
For the next half hour i continue to help this woman out, when Denise comes back and says "hey theres a group of retards on like a feild trip or something, maybe she escaped from the group?" I know it sounds mean but you had to get a look at this women... she would of easily blended in that group. Cutting to the end now, this women ends up spending about $400 so on a few outfits and accessories, but she wasn't done tormenting me yet. She wanted to walk out in one of her outfits so i had to help her in the fitting room again. Luckily it wasn't so bad this time, i didnt have to zip any dresses up.. but I did have to help her get these boots on and jesus christ did her feet stiiiink. My god.
After she finally walked out i breathed a sigh of relief, Denise gave me a hug for putting up with her and my boss mentioned that when she came to the register to pay, she had a huge roll of bills" and it made me think maybe there was some truth to the stripper thing.. which disturbed me beyond belief.
Before I end this post, I just want you to picture what this women looked like because you really need to get the image in your head to appreciate how bizarre this incident was. I want you to picture
this guy with no hair, a giant wart in between his eyebrows wearing a baby blue sweater, a black and (dark) purple lace mini-skirt, ankle-length goth boots with straps and steel rings, pink and white striped socks with li'l designs like hearts or something (that went up higher on her legs than the boots..) and an assortment of other accesories like fishnet gloves and odd necklaces and chokers.
wtf?
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