So today I decided to take the girl shopping . . . i know . . . how queer. I had good intentions . . . it is the second part of her birthday present. Anyhow - back to the moral of my story. We walk into this chick store called XXI she picks he hottie skirt and a shirt to go with it and we venture to the checkout counter.
It must have been just during shift change because we watch this girl walk away with her registered to be replaced with this dude with spikey hair . . . my guess probably from Puerto Rico or one of those other fucking islands. So we get up there and hear him talking to his coworker about the hot girl that just walked out . . . so instantly proved to me that he was not gay. Let me break it down for you . . . if you are not gay and working in a womens clothing store I have much pitty for you. Basically you are waving a flag saying “My game is so weak I need all hours of my day to get laid!”
So finally he stops oogling the chick exiting to realize that we are standing in front of him. He rings her clothes up and it comes to $41 and some change (hot girl clothes are so cheap!). So I give him a hundred dollar bill and he goes for change - because of the shift change he couldn’t break it so he calls for a manager. Instead of making us and everyone behind us late I manage to put together $42 and give that to him instead. This guy looks at me with such a look of amazement . . . his head must have been burning up inside. He flat out told me that he could not change the bills tendered, that we had to wait to get change for the $100. Two or three minutes pass and still no manager - still refusing to take the $42. Finally the girl next to him working gave him the change and we were on our way. What a damn hassle!
Fuck Shopping in Central Florida!