[Two preppies start to enter the store, but end up just standing in the doorway, holding each other and peering around with trepidation in their eyes.]
Preppy 1: “Are those… are those onesies?”
Preppy 2: “I think so.”
Preppy 1: “Are onesies fetish?”
Preppy 2: “I… I don’t know.”
Preppy 1: “…”
Preppy 2: “I just don’t know.”
[They freak out and scurry back into the bar. Then, later…]
Customer: “May I try on a cock ring?”
Me: “Go for it.”
Customer: “Oh, God… people actually try them on?!”
[He leaps away from the display, flails helplessly for a moment, then runs out of the store.]
So I can’t tell if their fear is actually making me more youthful, or if it’s just giving me a bump of energy like a B12 shot, but either way, I look forward to feasting on the dread of more tourists in the future. It’s a lot more satisfying than dealing with the ones who just come in to giggle.
Marjorie's Forgeries 