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[barbednoose]

There was this one morning while I was at the shop that this customer shook my hand and slid me a little paper square.  I said, "what's this, man?"  I was kinda pissed off, thinking that he was giving me his pocket trash like saying, fuck you, here.  The dude answered back, "ah, it's nothing man, but there's always something in nothing," and walked

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[running_mono]

some of the craziest stories I've ever heard came from Brand X

[barbednoose]

The Book shall be worth millions.

[babarian_kat]

Huh. Nobody gives me coke at my job. I've been offered (and accepted) champagne before, and more than one client asked if he could do some crystal in the bathroom or whatever. I stick with work policy on that one and tell them they can't. Anyway, some of the clients of the past have gone really weird when they've showed up loaded and nobody wants to deal with that. We held some guy's pot and poppers kit until he got out of session recently; he was already acting really strange, and we didn't need him getting strager while he was here.
I take it you work, perhaps, in an adult bookstore? I work in a BDSM house. I see you have to confiscate stuff too. Our guy was okay with it; he was enamord with the girl he was seeing and just agreed to give his litte "fun box" for the session.

[barbednoose]

I'm friends with a regular rental and arcade customer who is a bondage/bdsm movie producer. Weird little guy, but cool.

Must be an interesting line of work.

The best is when customers offer me (just a drinker and nothing else, thank you) speed, crack, weed, ass, blowjobs, etc.

If I was a gay crackhead, it'd be the perfect job.

[babarian_kat]

Yeah, it's interesting. Getting a little bit annoying at this point but interesting. I'm going there today.