Now THAT is what I call a Par-teh!

A couple of years ago, in my eternal quest for independency, I started working as a cashier in a super-mart. It was pretty standard stuff, except for the fact that we sold a lot of different shit, and I mean a LOT. The store was divided in 4 main sections: pharmacy, everyday, liquor store and music department. I was in charge of ringing the last 3; pharmacy had its own cashiers.

Monday evening, no people at all, I was completely bored out of my mind, so I went to the pharmacy to talk to the guys over there, one of them had to be twice my age and he absolutely adored me (in a straight-adoring kind of way); the guy was on his own that day and the moment he saw me he went all “Thank God you are here, I need to piss” (Pharmacy has to have at least one cashier at all times, store policy). I could see my own machine from where I was (and I could be out of station) so no problem for me.

A couple of minutes after the guy leaves, I’m standing there just watching the clock tick, when this huge 50-year-old-all-american-cowboy (I’m not kidding, he was almost a waking cliché) goes up to me and, in all his manly voice, asks me:

Cowboy: Do you guys have generic Viagra?

Fag: O____O Say what now?

Thank the gods my co-worker arrived the exact moment to save me from laughing in front of the poor guy, he had heard the cowboy and immediately told him that, yes we do sell generic Viagra.

I almost ran from there, tears silently going down my cheeks from having to withhold my laughter. 10 minutes later, as I was happily sending txt messages to a friend of mine about the whole thing, Cowboy comes to my station with a basket, I had calmed down by now but then I saw the 2 things he wanted to buy.

He had the Generic Viagra with the receipt, a bottle of scotch, and… a big-size bag of watermelon-flavor lollipops.

I could easily make some pedo-jokes, but I think that, even for me, that’s over the top…