It's Disgusting!!

I had the most charming man come into the store yesterday. In he wanders, no shirt, beer belly hanging over the top of his dirty shorts, triple plugger thongs and the look of the great unwashed. This is the kind of man who thinks fine dining is to eat indoors at Macca's instead of just going through the drive-through!

Off he wanders down the magazine aisle. Obviously knew just what he was after! He wanders up and down the aisle making weird noises of which I was treated to belches, grunts and squeaks, maybe he was trying to make conversation? I will never know as I don't speak "yobbo"

Luckily for me, I was preoccupied with other work and wasn't forced to endure watching this fine (sarcasm) specimen of the male species on the CCTV.

Suddenly he yells at me from down the aisle, yes my favourite, and he asks me if the song that is playing is on the radio or a C.D. Radio, I reply. Then he proceeds to yell at me, still from down the aisle, in an all knowing voice, all about what the song means and who it is about. Like I give a fuck!!!! Even now, I don't remember the song or who was singing it.
But I digress again. Suddenly Mr Male Wanna Be starts ewwing and yelling, "Oh! That's Sick!" "Oh Yuck!" "Fuck Me Man That's Gross" and then he proceeds back towards the counter. I look up at this God's joke to mankind and subtly raise an eyebrow towards him, and as he screws up his already monkey-bum looking face his verbal diarrhoea runs away with......"All those gay mags you have, that's just sick, oh yuck, yuck" I look him directly in the eye and say...."What's wrong with it?" and then he proceeds to mumble and grumble about each to their own I guess and so on and such forth. Then I happen to glance at the magazine he has enthused himself to purchase and lo' and behold what fine product has he decided on? Why it is nothing less than an Anal Sex magazine......Hmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!! So, once again, my eyebrow does its little twitch skywards as I look at the magazine, look at him, look back at the magazine and the corner of my mouth finds itself creeping upwards in a little sly smile.