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A general store owner hires a young female clerk with a penchant for very short

skirts. One day a young man enters the store, glances at the clerk, and glances

at the loaves of bread behind the counter. "I'd like some raisin bread, please."

the man says politely. The clerk nods and climbs up a ladder to reach the raisin

bread located on the very top shelf. The man, standing almost directly beneath

her, is provided with an excellent view. As the clerk retrieves the bread, a

small group of male customers gather around the young man, looking in the same direction.

Pretty soon each person is asking for raisin bread, just to see the clerk climb

up and down. After a few trips the clerk is tired and irritated. She stops and

fumes at the top of the ladder, glaring at the men standing below.

She notices an elderly man standing amongst the throng. "Is yours raisin too?" the clerk yells testily. "No," croaks the feeble old man.... "But its startin' to twitch."

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This reminds me of a true incident that happened to me when I was, maybe, 19-years-old, in 1989. I was working the nightshift at a 7-11, and it was about 2:00 in the morning. I was standing on the counter, stocking cigarettes in the racks above the counter.

I heard the front door open, but couldn't see anyone's face because of how I was standing on the counter. A man stood in front of me and asked in a deep manly voice, "Can I have a pack of Newport?" I said, "Sure," got the cigarettes and jumped down to ring the cigarettes up.

There, standing in front of me, was a tall man in a brunette colored, full haired, shoulder length wig. He had makeup on, blue eye shadow, thick black eyeliner, mascara, badly put-on rogue and red lipstick. He had on a dress, stockings and pump heels. I remember his feet being extremely large looking in the heels.

I kept my composure and rung up the cigarettes. After he paid for them, taking the money from his pocketbook, I said good-bye to him and told him to have a good night. What else could I do?

Valerie100 wrote: This reminds me of a true incident that happened to me when I was, maybe, 19-years-old, in 1989. I was working the nightshift at a 7-11, and it was about 2:00 in the morning. I was standing on the counter, stocking cigarettes in the racks above the counter.



I heard the front door open, but couldn't see anyone's face because of how I was standing on the counter. A man stood in front of me and asked in a deep manly voice, "Can I have a pack of Newport?" I said, "Sure," got the cigarettes and jumped down to ring the cigarettes up.



There, standing in front of me, was a tall man in a brunette colored, full haired, shoulder length wig. He had makeup on, blue eye shadow, thick black eyeliner, mascara, badly put-on rogue and red lipstick. He had on a dress, stockings and pump heels. I remember his feet being extremely large looking in the heels.



I kept my composure and rung up the cigarettes. After he paid for them, taking the money from his pocketbook, I said good-bye to him and told him to have a good night. What else could I do? Give him some makeup tips :wah: