Worst. Advertising. Ever.
(My first day on the job at a Halloween shop, my manager decides that we aren’t getting enough business and proceeds to hand me a plastic pitchfork, wrap a feather boa around my neck, and shove me out onto a street corner in the ghetto with a sign.)
People: *in a passing car* “SATANIST B***H!” *throws ketchup packets at me*
(A short time later, a white car driven by an older man pulls up.)
Older Man: “Miss?”
Me: *walks over* “Yes?”
Older Man: “How much?”
Me: “…excuse me?”
Older Man: “Well, I don’t usually go for the satanic-looking type. I guess you could get out of all that black…”
Me: “What the… oh…” *I start laughing hysterically*
Older Man: “What? You aren’t?”
Me: *I point up towards the store* “Mister, I work for the Halloween shop…”
Older Man: “Oh, when do you open?”
Me: “I don’t. The store is open now, though.”
(The older man blushed and sped away. After that, I picked up my sign, went back to the store, and told my manager that I refused to do that ever again.)
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