Customer: “Hey there! Can I try on this cock ring?”
Me: “Sure. The dressing room is right behind those curtains.”
Customer: “… Oh. I was… um, I was just joking.”
Me: [smiling sadly] “Yeah. I know.”
For my fellow retail workers who have led cleaner lives, “Can I try on this cock ring?” is the leather and fetishwear equivalent of “No price tag? Then it must be free!” The linguistics may differ, but the shared experience of surviving a ceaseless barrage of hackneyed jokes is almost initiatory.
Having said that, I really don’t know if there’s anything in mainstream sales comparable to “Aren’t you going to make sure this cock ring fits me properly?” But if there is, I’ll bet you anything that golf pants are involved.
Marjorie's Forgeries 