It’s Labor Day. What am I doing working at the porn store?
To make up for this, I’ve devised a little game to play with the customers. If they won’t talk to me, I won’t talk to them. The only words I’ll speak to them is the price. I won’t smile or look them in the eyes. The worst part about this is probably no one will notice anything different, because I think that’s the kind of service they want here.
Oh, and if they do that shit where they put the money on the counter instead of handing it to me, I’m not touching it.
Let them fucking wait with their holiday boners.
All my customers can rot in fucking hell.