With temperatures hovering in the mid-90s, humidity at full steam, and the only relief coming in the form of a thunderstorm, summer is wearing out the locals around here. I, for one, only bitch about the humidity…personally, I’d rather be hot and sweaty than cold and freezing my ass off, hovering near a fire. But some people, I swear…it doesn’t matter what season it is…
From one of my former co-workers, paraphrased:
A fairly big lady came in one day to pay for some parts that her husband had ordered over the phone. It’s two p.m. and hotter than hell outside, and even the air conditioning inside just isn’t cutting it today. Go to ring her up, and she realizes that whatever money she had was not in the first pocket she reached for. She started to panic, started checking every pocket on her person, and when she didn’t find her money, she pulled her string-top shirt OUT and DOWN, giving everyone a look at what nobody in their right mind wanted to see. Luckily, after the peep show, she realized she had left her purse in the car, got the money out of the purse and was on her way.
Here’s what disturbed me more than the random nudity…who, the hell, would stick cash under their chest in the summer heat, then go to pay for something with it?! I don’t care what you look like, boobs sweat. It’s like getting sock money from some old dude who spent half the morning jogging…those dollar bills are coated in stuff so vile that I’m actually retching at the computer writing this. If you dig between the girls for cash, haul your butt home and get the card, because I’m not taking those bills from you. No. I wouldn’t care if I got fired.