Smut And Sin, Just Don’t Show Skin

(We sell a variety of different magazines. The very back row is where the smut magazines are kept. Note that I’m a 16-year-old girl and very uninterested in that sort of thing.)

Customer: “Do you know if you only sell Playboy magazines, or do you sell Playgirl magazines as well?”

Me: “I have no idea, ma’am. I don’t, uh, pay much attention to the back row.”

Customer: “Why? Do scantily clad girls offend you and your religion?”

Me: “No, ma’am. I’m actually not really religious. I’m just not into that sort of thing.”

Customer: “What do you mean you’re not religious? Don’t you know that Jesus died on the cross for your sins?”

Me: “Ma’am, I don’t want to get into a debate about religion. I just want to help you find what you’re looking for–”

Customer: “You’re a sinner! You sin and sell smut magazines!”

Me: *confused* “Ma’am, weren’t you looking for Playgirl magazines?”

(The customer turns beet red, storms out of the store, hops into her car, and drives away.)