People in a passing car: “SATANIST B***H!” *throws ketchup packets at me*
(A short time later…)
White car driven by an older man pulls up: “Miss?”
Me: *walks over* “Yes?”
Him: “How much?”
Me: “…excuse me?”
Him: “Well I don’t usually go for the satanic looking type. I guess you could get out of all tht black…”
Me: “wht the…oh….” *I start laughing hysterically*
him: “wht? You aren’t?”
Me: *I point up towards the store* “Mister, I work for the Halloween shop…”
Him: “Oh, when do you open?”
Me: “I don’t. The store is open now though.”
(Old man blushes and speeds away.)
(After tht, I picked up my sign, went back to the store and told my manager tht I refused to do tht ever again.)
