Dude, listen. I’m not a prude, alright? I’m about the most liberal guy you’re going to meet. And in case you didn’t notice? I’m actually SELLING the porn, so clearly, I don’t have that much of a problem with it. Whatever you want to buy is your business, I’m just here to take your money. But do you really have to be so incredibly awkward about buying your porn? Really? Because it’s… it’s making it hard for me to deal with you. Like, stop pretending that you are here for anything other than porn. Yes, you’re very interested in the magazine rack… for about 10 seconds. Let’s also stop pretending that you don’t know EXACTLY WHAT THE NAME OF THE BOOK YOU WANT is, because we both know from your awkward stumbling that you’ve been researching it on the internet for weeks. “I… I think it might be called ______?” Yeah, you think. Good one.
Listen, buddy, whatever floats your boat. I’m even here to put you at ease and facilitate your purchase, but honestly? You’ve gotta acknowledge that you’re buying porn and then move on… because you’re really not making this a very pleasant transaction for either of us.
(P.S.: He kept asking for “Anime” over and over again like he had aspergers, and then I would show him the anime, and then he’d be like “No, I want the Anime books” which is manga, and I’d explain that and… yeah. It turns out in the end he wanted Butterscotch by Milo Manara, which is very not-manga. Now he’s digging through every porn title wanting to take it out of the shrink-wrap… We won’t be doing that. Those are shrink-wrapped for our protection as much as his.)