Customer: “Pardon me, but do you have any leather vests that button in the front?”
Me: “I’m afraid we don’t.”
Customer: “Oh. It’s just that the vests you do carry don’t seem to fit me very well.”
Me: “I promise it’s not you — it’s just the way bar vests are cut. They don’t close, because they’re designed to accentuate the chest.”
Customer: “Okay, that makes sense. But I don’t want to accentuate my belly. I’m a bit insecure about it.”
Me: “You, my friend, have nothing to worry about. You’re in the right bar for belly appreciation.”
Customer: [laughing] “So I’ve noticed. I’m going to need one of your riding crops to beat them off!”
Me: [also laughing] “Of course, they might enjoy that.”
Customer: [suddenly serious] “You know, I’ve never done this before, but I was in here a couple of nights ago, and there were two younger men fooling around with a riding crop.”
Me: “Yeah, people do play with the merchandise sometimes.”
Customer: “Well, one of them was gently running the crop up and down the other one’s leg. So I marched over to them and said, ‘THAT IS NOT HOW YOU USE THAT. GIVE IT TO ME RIGHT NOW.”
Me: “…”
Customer: “His eyes got really big, and he said, ‘Yes, Sir,’ and handed it over to me. And I took it and SMACKED HIM ACROSS THE ASS and said, ‘THAT’S HOW YOU USE IT.'”
Me: “…“
Customer: [panting a little] “And then I handed it back to him and left. You should’ve seen the salesclerk’s face! Anyway, I’ve never acted like that before. I wonder where it came from?”
Regardless of where it came from, I am starting to suspect this guy is eventually going to convert his garage into a dungeon and/or murder house. But then, I also watch a lot of bad horror movies, so, y’know, I might be a little blinkered.
Marjorie's Forgeries 
oh my… he did suddenly seem a little carried away there, didn’t he?
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