Once again, I got stuck with a bunch of overstock. I think some of it was because the new manager cleared out a bunch of crap from behind the register.
Several men were purchasing 'feminine sanitary' products. So sweet!
A guy with a slightly waxed moustache came to my register. During our transaction, he asked how I was liking the foggy weather. I told him I like it, but it makes it hard for my clothes on the line to dry. He said he liked wet jeans, I said it reminded me of camping, especially if there is sand involved.
" That's my jam." He said .
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