Shaved From Embarrassment

(It has been a very long day and my brain has switched to auto-pilot, going through the routine automatically. I am working the cash registry and we keep perfumes, after-shaves, and smokes behind the registry.)

Customer: “Do you have [Brand]?”

Me: *turns around and starts looking through the shelves of eau de cologne and after-shaves* “Yes, sir. We have the scent and the after-shave. Which one do you want?”

Customer: *snickering* “Does it look like I’d need the after-shave?”

(I turn around, and stare at his face with a full beard. He is still laughing and I’m trying to save face.)

Me: “Uhm… maybe for somewhere else?”

(The customer bursts out in laughter while I realise what I said and start to die of embarrassment.)

Customer: “I do shave there, miss, but I wouldn’t want to use after-shave on that!”