Keith&Co.
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This is how the guy in front of me at Target opens his conversation with the checkout clerk. She cringes. His daughter folds in on herself. I have the Lost In Space Robot in my head, waving mechanical arms and shouting 'Danger! Danger!'
The guy has just bought his daughter's first bra. He is not happy with the price he's paying for the one she picked out.
He read somewhere that women these days are wearing bras less often.
He wonders if his daughter is the right age for a bra. And isn't sure if bras are chosen by age or size or what.
And mentions never having had a training jock strap.
If i had an axe in the cart, i think i'd have shut him up just because his daughter was about to blush herself out of the visible spectrum. She was a pleasant shade of OMGthat'sPURPLE.
He finally pays and moves on.
I try to lighten the mood, once he's out of hearing. I turn to the clerk. "You're a daughter. Would you knife him in his sleep, or would you want him to see Death comin' to get him?"
It did not lighten the mood.
She looked at me with her eyes fiery and her voice dead. "Brake lines," she said. And then she rang me up in silence until she told me the total.
The guy has just bought his daughter's first bra. He is not happy with the price he's paying for the one she picked out.
He read somewhere that women these days are wearing bras less often.
He wonders if his daughter is the right age for a bra. And isn't sure if bras are chosen by age or size or what.
And mentions never having had a training jock strap.
If i had an axe in the cart, i think i'd have shut him up just because his daughter was about to blush herself out of the visible spectrum. She was a pleasant shade of OMGthat'sPURPLE.
He finally pays and moves on.
I try to lighten the mood, once he's out of hearing. I turn to the clerk. "You're a daughter. Would you knife him in his sleep, or would you want him to see Death comin' to get him?"
It did not lighten the mood.
She looked at me with her eyes fiery and her voice dead. "Brake lines," she said. And then she rang me up in silence until she told me the total.