This story was originally posted on: September 08, 2010
Hey guys, first time poster here. I have worked at an Adult Shop in a small college town for about five years now and let me tell you we get some interesting people in there.
There are a few incidents in particular that make you think WTF?
A woman and her husband were shopping and had been in the store for close to an hour.
Now we are a very small, friendly shop and three of my four co workers happened to be there this day. The woman had a pile of lingerie and stuff waiting to be purchased on the counter and asked to use the bathroom.
Its not unusual for us to let people use the bathroom in the store. She goes, does her business, comes back out and continues shopping.
Not five minutes later co-worker 1 goes to the bathroom and notices something funny. Our soap dispenser and sponge are missing from the bathroom along with our air freshener.
The only one that had been in there was the lady.
I casually walk by as she looks at panties and what do I see sticking out of her purse but our bright yellow sponge!
She didn't even try to hide it!
I informed my manager and she pulled the lady aside. Needless to say, she was politely asked to leave and never come back.
After crying and whining and arguing she finally realized that yes, taking our soap and sponge was actually stealing!
I haven't seen her since.
I was driving home from the grocery store when co-worker 1 frantically calls me.
A man had come in and asked to use our bathroom.
He went back and twenty minutes later had not emerged. Now, as I mentioned before we are a small store and she was closing by herself.
So my boyfriend and I took a quick detour and stopped by. Now by this time he had been in the bathroom for half an hour.
Debating what to do, I just knocked on the door pretending I needed to use the bathroom.
He exclaimed, "Just a minute!"
He then left the bathroom looking conspicuously wet.
He wasted no time rushing out of the store and disappearing.
Upon further examination, it looks like he took a sink bath in our bathroom.
Now this one didn't happen to me but I got to hear all about it.
We always greet people when they come into our shop. After a rough day, Co-Worker 1 greeted an old man and was talking to him when all of a sudden he stopped and said "I'm sorry."
Confused co-worker 1 looked around.
The old man then asked for the bathroom.
She pointed in the direction and then noticed the problem. The old man had pooped himself right in the front of the store! It had rolled out of his overalls and sat stinkily on the floor.
Her rough day was topped off with her having to clean up old man poo.
--Naughty Shop Slave
This story Was Originally Posted on: August 24, 2010
When I worked at the Adult Store, my job was simple: Make sure no one stole, ring out customers, and clean the shelves.
We had a "viewing area" but I was not required to clean it, except the occasional sweep. Someone was hired to clean them, and was paid well for it. Except for what we called the "Boothers," the store was usually dead.
What I didn't know was in my job description was policing the Boothers.
There were two sections, one side had windows (please...don't ask) and one side did not. If the light above the door was off for more than a minute or two, I was to go pound on the door.
Now, with people coming in to buy stuff, I didn't always have the ability to police the viewing area. I ended up getting a rush, and lost track.
One night, one of our regulars came in. He's a crossdresser, a very open, very public one. I at first thought he was trans, but nope. Just a crossdresser. Whatever floats your boat, right?
Well, he's sort of hard to miss. He's at least 6'4" and wears brightly colored scarves over his head. Now, I thought I had missed his leaving while I was re-shelving DVDs.
Usually, if I was at the store during the week, I was doing a close-out/close-up. I'd count the register, and then the bank drawer.
The bank drawer had a set amount, and the register had what our computers told us it'd have. As the paperwork from the register was printing, I'd do my booth check.
The booth check was just to make sure everything was put in its place for the next day, and that there were no paper towels on the floor.
I get to the one window booth...and notice there's someone on the other side of the window!
The door is locked, so I start banging on the door.
I grab the lock opener, which was a little rod that slipped into the doorknob.
There was the crossdresser, passed out.
I managed to wake him up, and he asked to use the bathroom.
I told him yes, he could, but to make it quick because the store was already closed.
I did my paperwork while he was in the bathroom.
It was 10 minutes that he finally came out, and he dropped the key into the box and quickly rushed out.
What do I find when I go to check out the bathroom?
He had shaved his legs in the sink...
Until next time,
So, Robin Williams walks into a sex shop dressed as Mrs. Doubtfire -- have you heard this one before?
Williams conducted an ‘Ask Me Anything’ session on Reddit on Wednesday, and naturally, the comedian had some amusing answers. When one Reddit user asked Williams if he could share a funny or fond story about working on the set of his 1993 movie "Mrs. Doubtfire," the commenter definitely got what he asked for.
Yes. One time in makeup as Mrs. Doubtfire, I walked into a sex shop in San Francisco and tried to buy a double-headed dildo. Just because. Why not? And the guy was about to sell it to me until he realized it was me - Robin Williams - not an older Scottish woman coming in to look for a very large dildo and a jar of lube. He just laughed and said "what are you doing here" and I left. Did I make the purchase? No. * Did I walk away with a really good story? *Yes.
Talk about screwing up the sale of a lifetime!
Williams appears to still be quite attached to his "Mrs. Doubtfire" ensemble. Earlier this year he took to Twitter to call out Kim Kardashian as an outfit-repeater.
I took my friend to the local Adult Store for her birthday and some guy, who was around my age, refused to show his ID.
I was eighteen so I can understand why they asked him for ID, but the guy refused and asked the man to ask his manager and stepped to the side.
So I picked out something small (A penis lollipop ='D) and went up to pay for it. When the guy asked for my ID I just went, "WHY CERTAINLY. WILL MY HEALTH CARD DO? I AM SO GLAD YOU ASK FOR ID SO AS UNDERAGE HOOLIGANS DON'T GET A HOLD OF CERTAIN ITEMS."
The guy burst out laughing and Douchebag VonNoID stomped out huffing and puffing and probably blowing someone.
I highly doubt you're going to pwn my SECRET INFORMATION, OMG. I'm a kid saving up for college, there isn't much the troops can do to my house other than piss off the cat.
Bill and Melinda gates have given funding to researchers at the University of Wollongong (UOW) to help develop a Next Generation Condom that significantly preserves or enhances pleasure, in order to improve uptake and regular use.
Bill and Melinda need to give them some more money so they can speed things up!
I wonder if these nerdy scientists will be trying out their invention...
It was only a matter of time before wearable technology moved from people's heads and wrists and ventured downstairs. British adult retailer Bondara is leading the charge, showing off a prototype activity tracker and sex toy that goes on the gentleman's region. The SexFit is a ring that sits at the base of the penis, trapping blood for better, uh, erections, but also packs an accelerometer and Bluetooth module. That way, your in-and-out statistics will be shared with a companion app on a smartphone that'll tell you your thrust per minute and even the calories you've burned. Oh, and you can even share those figures with your shocked friends on social media.
The hardware also vibrates, enabling you to set it at specific intervals, either for enhanced pleasure or so you can put the metronome back downstairs in the music room. There are even five LEDs that sit on top of the device that'll light up when you hit a steady rhythm. Assuming, that is, that you'd prefer to use that rather than some of the more obvious clues that might be available during intercourse -- although we'd find the idea of a strange glow emanating from someone's genitals more unsettling than erotic. It's worth mentioning that the project isn't even at prototype stage yet, and there's always a risk the company might pull out before completion, but at least it's livened up a slow news day.