Customer: “How much are these jockstraps?”
Me: “The Nasty Pig jocks? Those are $59.”
Customer: “Hmm. I think my package is just about ready for one of those.”
[He starts vigorously thrusting his pelvis.]
Customer: “Because [thrust] I’ve [thrust] been [thrust] lifting [thrust] weights!’
Me: [impassive smile]
And then he busied himself out of the store. Had I the chance to do it again, I definitely would’ve started doing the Time Warp and shouting, “GROUP SEX GROUP SEX GROUP SEX” in time to his thrusts, but that would’ve probably gotten real awkward real quickly if he wasn’t familiar with the song and/or movie.
Then again, he’s the one walking into retail establishments and simulating sex in front of the staff. And like it says in the Bible, let he who is not enthusiastically fucking air cast the first stone. Or he who just bought the damn jock already. Something like that. I’ll have to look it up again.