WTF?
Almost immediately after clocking in I was accosted by an older couple. The woman wanted "those pantyhose that come in a ball," by which I assume she meant these:
I include the picture because I honestly don't know if they have been packaged like this since the early eighties. I don't remember seeing these packages in quite some time (although I wear stockings about once a year.)
I told the couple we didn't carry them. The husband gave me a thousand-yard stare and asked, "Why not?"
"I don't think they make them anymore."
"Why not?"
" . . . haven't seen them in a long time. Don't know why."
They walked away in a minor huff.
About twenty minutes later, Husband swings by the jewelry counter, leans waaay over, and asks me, "Have you been a good little girl?"
I mumbled something like, "What the . . . "
"Have you been a good little girl?"
I stared at him a minute and said, "It's been a very long time since I've been a little girl."
"Oh, well then, have you been a good young lady?"
I lost all wit at that point and just stared. Next time I will suggest asking his wife her opinion of my behavior. Now I am off to take a scalding hot shower that will hopefully rinse off the creepy. Ew.
I include the picture because I honestly don't know if they have been packaged like this since the early eighties. I don't remember seeing these packages in quite some time (although I wear stockings about once a year.)
I told the couple we didn't carry them. The husband gave me a thousand-yard stare and asked, "Why not?"
"I don't think they make them anymore."
"Why not?"
" . . . haven't seen them in a long time. Don't know why."
They walked away in a minor huff.
About twenty minutes later, Husband swings by the jewelry counter, leans waaay over, and asks me, "Have you been a good little girl?"
I mumbled something like, "What the . . . "
"Have you been a good little girl?"
I stared at him a minute and said, "It's been a very long time since I've been a little girl."
"Oh, well then, have you been a good young lady?"
I lost all wit at that point and just stared. Next time I will suggest asking his wife her opinion of my behavior. Now I am off to take a scalding hot shower that will hopefully rinse off the creepy. Ew.