I work at a small grocery store. Today, although there were quite a few people at the store, us cashiers were still carrying on conversations with each other. On the register next to me was Carrie. I don't know if we would be considered friends, but we talk and joke around a lot. Around her, and around my other friends, I sometimes make jokes or say things that come off as me being gay. I do it for the laughs, i'm not actually like that.
Anyway...
One of the customers that I helped was a guy in his early 20's. After I gave him his change, he walked away. As I looked down to get paper towels to wipe up my register from the water that spilled from the celery he bought, I heard Carrie say "Oh my god, that guy was so hot". Now, at that point, I didn't realize two things:
A: She was talking to the girl working the next register, not me
and
B: The guy hadn't left the store yet, he was standing a few feet away from my register finding his receipt.
Not realizing those things, and thinking she was talking to me, I responded, with a lisp, "Yeah, I'd totally hit that."
As I said that, Carrie and the other cashier looked at me wide eyed with their jaws hanging down. The other cashiers looked at me the same way. The customers looked at me funny and started to laugh. The half retarded bag boy shit himself. And then I saw it: the guy, who had heard what i said, looked at me, smiled, winked at me, and then walked away.
With everyone within a 20 foot radius looking at me, laughing, I ran back into the break room to wait for the customers who had seen the scene to leave. A few minutes after I was in the break room, I heard, over the intercom, my manager's voice: "Come on, we know you're not gay, come back to your register."
Hearing an eruption of laughter from the store, I swiped my card to leave my shift and left out the back door. I walked home.
That was about 4 hours ago. I'm still contemplating whether or not to go back to work tomorrow. I need a drink.
I work at a small grocery store. Today, although there were quite a few people at the store, us cashiers were still carrying on conversations with each other. On the register next to me was Carrie. I don't know if we would be considered friends, but we talk and joke around a lot. Around her, and around my other friends, I sometimes make jokes or say things that come off as me being gay. I do it for the laughs, i'm not actually like that.
Anyway...
One of the customers that I helped was a guy in his early 20's. After I gave him his change, he walked away. As I looked down to get paper towels to wipe up my register from the water that spilled from the celery he bought, I heard Carrie say "Oh my god, that guy was so hot". Now, at that point, I didn't realize two things:
A: She was talking to the girl working the next register, not me
and
B: The guy hadn't left the store yet, he was standing a few feet away from my register finding his receipt.
Not realizing those things, and thinking she was talking to me, I responded, with a lisp, "Yeah, I'd totally hit that."
As I said that, Carrie and the other cashier looked at me wide eyed with their jaws hanging down. The other cashiers looked at me the same way. The customers looked at me funny and started to laugh. The half retarded bag boy shit himself. And then I saw it: the guy, who had heard what i said, looked at me, smiled, winked at me, and then walked away.
With everyone within a 20 foot radius looking at me, laughing, I ran back into the break room to wait for the customers who had seen the scene to leave. A few minutes after I was in the break room, I heard, over the intercom, my manager's voice: "Come on, we know you're not gay, come back to your register."
Hearing an eruption of laughter from the store, I swiped my card to leave my shift and left out the back door. I walked home.
That was about 4 hours ago. I'm still contemplating whether or not to go back to work tomorrow. I need a drink.
You must be terribly fragile if you can't even handle people thinking you're gay.
If you're making jokes about being gay, but melt under the pressure when actually busted...perhaps you should try a new routine.....
I work at a small grocery store. Today, although there were quite a few people at the store, us cashiers were still carrying on conversations with each other. On the register next to me was Carrie. I don't know if we would be considered friends, but we talk and joke around a lot. Around her, and around my other friends, I sometimes make jokes or say things that come off as me being gay. I do it for the laughs, i'm not actually like that.
Anyway...
One of the customers that I helped was a guy in his early 20's. After I gave him his change, he walked away. As I looked down to get paper towels to wipe up my register from the water that spilled from the celery he bought, I heard Carrie say "Oh my god, that guy was so hot". Now, at that point, I didn't realize two things:
A: She was talking to the girl working the next register, not me
and
B: The guy hadn't left the store yet, he was standing a few feet away from my register finding his receipt.
Not realizing those things, and thinking she was talking to me, I responded, with a lisp, "Yeah, I'd totally hit that."
As I said that, Carrie and the other cashier looked at me wide eyed with their jaws hanging down. The other cashiers looked at me the same way. The customers looked at me funny and started to laugh. The half retarded bag boy shit himself. And then I saw it: the guy, who had heard what i said, looked at me, smiled, winked at me, and then walked away.
With everyone within a 20 foot radius looking at me, laughing, I ran back into the break room to wait for the customers who had seen the scene to leave. A few minutes after I was in the break room, I heard, over the intercom, my manager's voice: "Come on, we know you're not gay, come back to your register."
Hearing an eruption of laughter from the store, I swiped my card to leave my shift and left out the back door. I walked home.
That was about 4 hours ago. I'm still contemplating whether or not to go back to work tomorrow. I need a drink.
Why did you say it with a lisp?Cause he's a thuper dupper kind of guy. :-\
The bodybuilders I know say it without one.
You have 2 options.
A) Suicide (most honorable option)
B) Get a job slanging burgers at McDonalds
hahahahahahahaha
Notice how he refers to the bag boy as half retarded. I guess being a cashier you get more respect and money right??? Since it involves intensive training I suppose.
Sounds like you need SEVASTE a.k.a semeneater-taster/bald-fuck
I work at a small grocery store. Today, although there were quite a few people at the store, us cashiers were still carrying on conversations with each other. On the register next to me was Carrie. I don't know if we would be considered friends, but we talk and joke around a lot. Around her, and around my other friends, I sometimes make jokes or say things that come off as me being gay. I do it for the laughs, i'm not actually like that.
Anyway...
One of the customers that I helped was a guy in his early 20's. After I gave him his change, he walked away. As I looked down to get paper towels to wipe up my register from the water that spilled from the celery he bought, I heard Carrie say "Oh my god, that guy was so hot". Now, at that point, I didn't realize two things:
A: She was talking to the girl working the next register, not me
and
B: The guy hadn't left the store yet, he was standing a few feet away from my register finding his receipt.
Not realizing those things, and thinking she was talking to me, I responded, with a lisp, "Yeah, I'd totally hit that."
As I said that, Carrie and the other cashier looked at me wide eyed with their jaws hanging down. The other cashiers looked at me the same way. The customers looked at me funny and started to laugh. The half retarded bag boy shit himself. And then I saw it: the guy, who had heard what i said, looked at me, smiled, winked at me, and then walked away.
With everyone within a 20 foot radius looking at me, laughing, I ran back into the break room to wait for the customers who had seen the scene to leave. A few minutes after I was in the break room, I heard, over the intercom, my manager's voice: "Come on, we know you're not gay, come back to your register."
Hearing an eruption of laughter from the store, I swiped my card to leave my shift and left out the back door. I walked home.
That was about 4 hours ago. I'm still contemplating whether or not to go back to work tomorrow. I need a drink.
Hahahahahahahahahey Groink what would you do if you ran into these two little twinks on the street?
That dude owned the shit out of you, but you'll get over it.
PS if this is a made up story, not bad
hey Groink what would you do if you ran into these two little twinks on the street?
hey Groink what would you do if you ran into these two little twinks on the street?
I would whip them with a branch from a Stickerbush and then piss on them.hahahaha, same here big guy, they'd definitely be seeing the bottom of my size 12's.
12 inch arms?
12 inch arms?nope, only 11 here. ;D
0what the fuck> you left work because of that???!! dude you are such a pussy..
honestly; your work probably does think your gay now....the only plausible reason for a sane person to leave work at that moment would have been if you truley were gay and you were running off to go find that guy..