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So I'm standing in the Toilet Paper aisle at the Volde-mart, bitterly complaining to Sarah about the fact that all I want is some normal Charmin - not mega, uber, ultra strong, double wide Charmin, and I want it in a 12 pack not a 24 pack, not a cube, not a bajillion roll box - when this guy pipes up behind me, "Can I help you, ma'am? Do you need help reaching something, or finding something?"
I think "Oh great, employee, maybe he can help me find the damn TP," and I start explaining what I'm looking for as I turn around to find some random guy with a watermelon in his cart giving me puppy dog eyes and a hopeful expression.
And by me, I mean my chest.
Sarah, by the way, is standing next to me and has already begun giggling.
"Yeah, Charmin is a pain like that sometimes. There may be some down on the other end, I could look there?" says Mister Helpful, this time to my face.
"Thanks," I reply, tempted to step on Sarah's foot to stop the giggling, at least until the guy has taken his watermelon and wandered down the aisle. Where he promptly stops to call back to me "They've got a four pack down here!"
Cue polite wave of acknowledgment as I grab a 12 pack of Charmin Basic.
Sarah watches and says "Usually I'm the one getting flirted with. He was hitting on you, you know. And you know why?"
"Boobs."
The moral of the story is - Shove those puppies in a decent bra and a low-cut top... And some guy will fall all over himself to help you get toilet paper.
I think "Oh great, employee, maybe he can help me find the damn TP," and I start explaining what I'm looking for as I turn around to find some random guy with a watermelon in his cart giving me puppy dog eyes and a hopeful expression.
And by me, I mean my chest.
Sarah, by the way, is standing next to me and has already begun giggling.
"Yeah, Charmin is a pain like that sometimes. There may be some down on the other end, I could look there?" says Mister Helpful, this time to my face.
"Thanks," I reply, tempted to step on Sarah's foot to stop the giggling, at least until the guy has taken his watermelon and wandered down the aisle. Where he promptly stops to call back to me "They've got a four pack down here!"
Cue polite wave of acknowledgment as I grab a 12 pack of Charmin Basic.
Sarah watches and says "Usually I'm the one getting flirted with. He was hitting on you, you know. And you know why?"
"Boobs."
The moral of the story is - Shove those puppies in a decent bra and a low-cut top... And some guy will fall all over himself to help you get toilet paper.
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