That’s A Lot Of Photo Finishes
CONTENT WARNING: Sexual content
I’m working in the copy department at the office supply/stationery store. A lady storms up to me and says bluntly.
Customer: “You will print some pictures of my grandson from my phone.”
She isn’t asking, she’s telling.
Me: “I can set you up at one of our DIY stations and—”
Customer: “—no. I don’t have time for that. I said you will do it.”
Me: “We don’t usually—”
Customer: *Handing me her phone.* “Go through them, and I will select which ones I want.”
Fine, she’s obviously going to die on this hill. I connect her phone to my computer, and her photo folders appear on my screen. As I navigate to the folder she orders me to, all these pictures of… well… a certain part of the male anatomy pop up. And I’m not talking about one or two; it’s dozens of different ones that dudes have obviously been sexting her, most in various states of… excitement.
Customer: “What’s taking so long!?”
The monitor was on a rotating platform, so I spun it around and asked her with a straight face:
Me: “Is this your grandson?”
She turned bright red, yanked her phone away, and ran out of the store. I hope she had time to do it herself at whatever store she went to next!
CORRECTION: A Missing word has been added in the last sentence.
