I hope I get another bedtime story from shoto before i go to sleep.
I'd be happy even with just another rant from ruin. I love em both.
If we're lucky maybe
@Varg Did Nothing Wrong will pop back in for more autistic screeching. In the meantime though, I've got another more recent workplace story.
This was about 8 or 9 months ago when I worked retail at a grocery store. I was working as a temporary for the health foods/supplements dept which was pretty understaffed at the time. Im gonna call the department manager "Runway" as in "runway model" because, to put it simply, she was a fucking goddess. I'm talking 10/10. Half Hispanic and half white so she just had this naturally tanned looking complexion, ridiculously photogenic face, petite but still curvy in the right places etc. She actually did some modelling on the side and could've easily made a full time gig out of it, but I guess she prefered the stability of a 9-5.
Now, I'm only zeroing in on her looks so much because it's kinda important to the story. This girl got macked on by damn near every guy that crossed her path. Customers, co-workers, young guys, old guys, fucking
crippled guys, everybody wanted to get into her pants.
Thankfully she was way beyond used to this and knew how to deal it off, but I can't exaggerate the volume of unwanted advances this poor thing had to deal with on a daily basis, a lot of which i got to see for myself. That's at least partly why I didn't participate in any of this because of how embarrassing it looked from a bystander's POV. That on its own made for one of the rare relationships she had with a male co-worker that had some actual levity, so we were kinda buds outside work and we regularly made fun of the guys that creeped on her, sometimes once it was said and done, other times over text while it was literally taking place.
So one day me and Runway are on the floor working overstock off one of the aisles when this dude rolls up on her really slow. "Grotesque" is the most succinct way to describe him. Face is full of acne scars and pockmarks that make it look like an ashtray outside a greyhound bus station, he's built like a lumpy hefty sack full of cottage cheese and his clothes are all ripped up and dirty. So he's just staring and staring at Runway's ass and once he gets
way too close for dismissal, he asks her where the bottled water is.
So she tells him and an attempt to make small talk he tells her he's a construction foreman that's from out of town so he doesn't know where anything is and in the most disengaged tone I'd ever heard from her, Runway just goes "oh, that's neat". So I guess realizing he's not gonna make any leeway, he kinda just awkwardly slinks off in the opposite direction of the water aisle and we just laugh it off.
Till about 15 minutes later when he rolls back up, really slow again, really rape eyes again. This time how ever we're in the center of the aisle and Runway's up on a stepstool handing me shit from the top of the shelf, so he can't get as close as last time. So this time he asks where the Gatorade is and I tell him the asile, and Runway can't help but add "exact same aisle as the water".
He only
kinda picks up on the dig, and says probably the funniest thing in the entire exchange,
"Aw, my bad. But it's hot out there, I gotta keep my workers hydrated, ya know?"
I'm trying not to laugh and Runway's just kinda smirking when she says "uh huh" and I guess at that point he decided to just go for broke and blurted
"but just so you know, you're fuckin beautiful"
"Thanks"
And then he rolls off somehow even more awkardly than the first time. I left the store for bigger and better shit about six months later.
Me and Runway still talk, and "i gotta keep my workers hydrated" is still a stupid inside joke we'll crack when sharing memes and whatnot.