mr. monkeybottoms (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mrmonkeybottoms) wrote,@ 2007-10-16 18:47:00 |
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Okay, Now That Just Freaks Me Out
The bookstore has seven computers scattered throughout the store. When one of us see someone trying to use the old, slow, shitty things we are supposed to go offer our help. Not because the computers suck balls but because we are supposed to be like, helpful and stuff. It's pretty hard to be helpful when you are working with the crappiest computers in the wold, but whatever.
One time I spotted a man typing on one of the center isle computes and came over.
"Hi! Can I help you with your..." I trail off as my eyes fall on what he's typed in the search bar: 'How to make your marriage work with your transgendered spouse'. Wow. He, of course, is not pleased that I have shoved my way into this rather personal moment and pretty much tells me to get lost. I do, happily. Now I couldn't care less if you are living with a shemale or a he-she or a furry but if you are going to be all offended when an employee comes to help you and sees what you are looking for then how are you going to manage to pay for it? The hell.
The next day...yes, the next day...I do the exact same thing. Only this time, as I trail off my eyes read, "Herpes" and the middle-aged woman is much nicer. She told me about 10 times how she was so embarrassed but she needed a certain book that she heard about on the Dr. Ruth show. That, and that her ex gave her herpes. And she would have searched for the book at home but her ex also took the computer. This made me mad and I said, "He did that AND he took your computer!? That's bunk!"
That afternoon I walked up to an old man typing away, read, "Lesbians", did a U-turn and walked away. I'm not that retarded.
Oh! But the best search ever? 'Teen sluts'. I don't know who typed that because he was already gone when I came up to the computer. Hey, jackass? This is a bookstore search, not the interweb.
The bookstore has seven computers scattered throughout the store. When one of us see someone trying to use the old, slow, shitty things we are supposed to go offer our help. Not because the computers suck balls but because we are supposed to be like, helpful and stuff. It's pretty hard to be helpful when you are working with the crappiest computers in the wold, but whatever.
One time I spotted a man typing on one of the center isle computes and came over.
"Hi! Can I help you with your..." I trail off as my eyes fall on what he's typed in the search bar: 'How to make your marriage work with your transgendered spouse'. Wow. He, of course, is not pleased that I have shoved my way into this rather personal moment and pretty much tells me to get lost. I do, happily. Now I couldn't care less if you are living with a shemale or a he-she or a furry but if you are going to be all offended when an employee comes to help you and sees what you are looking for then how are you going to manage to pay for it? The hell.
The next day...yes, the next day...I do the exact same thing. Only this time, as I trail off my eyes read, "Herpes" and the middle-aged woman is much nicer. She told me about 10 times how she was so embarrassed but she needed a certain book that she heard about on the Dr. Ruth show. That, and that her ex gave her herpes. And she would have searched for the book at home but her ex also took the computer. This made me mad and I said, "He did that AND he took your computer!? That's bunk!"
That afternoon I walked up to an old man typing away, read, "Lesbians", did a U-turn and walked away. I'm not that retarded.
Oh! But the best search ever? 'Teen sluts'. I don't know who typed that because he was already gone when I came up to the computer. Hey, jackass? This is a bookstore search, not the interweb.
