I was working in The Store a few weeks ago, when a man approached Bonney to ask if The Store wanted to buy some books he had. Mind, he didn't have the books with him, but he wanted to ask if he should bring them in. She explained that we don't usually take used items (we joke with customers regarding our no-return policy, that we tried that "discount" table and it didn't go over well) but that we could still take a look. Being that they were all BDSM books, and I'm apparently the resident BDSM expert at The Store, (and I think Bonney didn't want to deal with this guy), she sent him to me.
We found a day for him to bring in his books and then he needed to pick up tickets for the Southwest Gay and Lesbian Film Festival.
"Okay" I said, "I just need to see some ID".
"Oh" said he, "Um, it's really hard for me to get my wallet".
"Well, take your time" I offered.
He started pulling at his back pocket, struggling with some unseen issue. I busied myself with nothing in particular.
His pulling and struggling became more and more dramatic. He was practically hopping up and down when he bunnied his way around the table and backed up to me asking if I could just help him get his wallet.
"No, Sir. I don't think I can".
"Please? Could you just, unstick it for me?"
"Sir I don't want to touch your behind".
To be fair to him, he was wearing something on his belt that sat above half his back pocket, and sure, his pants (Dickies?) looked a little tight in the gluteal region. I still don't see why he couldn't stick his whole hand down behind the wallet to smooth out any catches and just pull it out.
He did finally liberate his wallet.
He never came back with those books, though. I wonder if he realized what a creep he was being.
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