Customer: “What’s this?”
Me: “That’s leather-scented lube.”
Customer: “Yeah, the smell of leather has kind of lost it’s appeal.”
Me: “Has it?”
Customer: “The first time I got fucked, we used my friend’s mom’s hand cream. That’s the scent that does it for me. Ha ha!”
Me: [weakly] “Ha ha…”
Customer: “Ha ha ha!”
Customer: “AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAA!!!”
And right as he doubled over with maniacal laughter, the bar’s jukebox kicked on and started playing “The NeverEnding Story.”
I wasn’t really using my childhood, so it’s probably okay that it just got ruined.
Status Update: Currently fixating on the following cover in a bid to clear my palate. The kicky dance moves seem to be helping.