Straight Girl: “I’d like some amyl nitrate, please.”
Me: “Ah. Well, it would be illegal for us to sell amyl nitrate for recreational purposes, but we do carry a fine selection of solvents and polish removers.”
Straight Girl: [scrutinizing the solvents display] “Are these just what you have today?”
[Inner Me: This isn’t a farmers market, Rebessica.]
Me: “These are… what we have in stock.”
[She makes a selection and leaves, at which point a lesbian couple enters the store.]
Lesbian 1: [pointing to the solvents] “What are these? What did she just buy?”
Me: “These are solvents and polish removers.”
Lesbian 1: “So what are they for?”
Me: “Definitely not recreational purposes. But if one were to use them recreationally, one would inhale them, which would cause a brief sense of euphoria and muscle relaxation.”
Lesbian 1: “Okay… but why?”
Me: “Because afterwards, you’d be able to fit almost anything in your butt.”
Lesbian 1: “Ooh! Which ones should we try?” [to her partner] “Which ones do we want?”
Lesbian 2: “Wait… how do you use them again?”
Lesbian 1: “You drink them.”
Me: “Please don’t drink them. If you were going to use them recreationally — which, again, would be illegal — you would inhale them.”
Lesbian 2: “I don’t know. I’m nervous about this.”
Random Gay Dude: [bounding across the store, bottle of solvents in hand] “Here! Try mine!”
Me: “DO NOT OPEN THAT BOTTLE IN HERE.”
Everyone: “…”
Me: “We’re not opening any solvents in the store. If you’ve never used them before, I recommend Rush, which will be fairly mild compared to the other brands.”
[They briefly confer, then agree to buy the Rush. As they exit, a terribly pretty twink enters the store, holding a bottle of Double Scorpio Emerald with his thumb over the top.]
Twink: “Can you give me another one of these?”
Me: “Can I… give you one?”
Twink: “Uh-huh. I lost the cap to this one.”
Me: “I can’t give you another, but I can sell you one.”
Twink: [rolling his eyes] “That’s what I meant.”
Me: “Okay. That’ll be $21.64.”
[He sets the bottle on the counter and reaches for his wallet. The cap is indeed missing, and the store quickly fills with the refreshing aroma of eucalyptus.]
Me: “TAKE THAT OUTSIDE.”
Twink: “Huh?”
Me: [with a hand over my nose and mouth] “Cover it back up, take it outside to the patio, and throw it away.”
Twink: “Ugh. Fine.”
[He steps into the bar and tosses the bottle in the trashcan next to the door.]
Twink: “Can I have another one now?”
There’s a common myth that koalas are constantly intoxicated from eating fermented eucalyptus leaves. While it’s patently untrue, it was pretty much the only thing I could think about as I wiped down the counter and attempted to breathe through my eyes.
I’m going to make a new sign that says, “No solvents available until I recover from selling them.” And maybe another that says, “If you’ll look to your left, you’ll notice we also sell leather.” Just, y’know, in case anyone’s actually interested in it.
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