Here’s an oldie with a drawing…
Just the other night, a playful couple came into my line with a 6-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer, a pack of Magnum Trojan Condoms, frosted chocolate donuts, whipped cream, Twinkies and fried chicken from the deli. Every time I scanned an item, the guy would make a “beep” sound, imitating the cash register. All the while, his girl tried to make eye contact with him while massaging his chest. “Man these two are kiiiiinky,” I thought as I rang up their items. I wasn’t the only that thought it was kinky, the kid buying Skittles behind them thought so as well. With a big smile on his face, he nodded at all the merchandise getting bagged. As the couple made their way out, the kid looked longingly at them as if he wanting to know where they were headed next.
However, they didn’t get very far. I received a call from a neighbor about 45 minutes later and she thinks people are having sex in the parking lot. People having sex in the parking lot? That’s crazy, I said to myself. I went out to investigate and saw a lone, big white van with blankets for window covers parked in the corner of the lot. Orange-colored blankets? As if they couldn’t make it any more obvious with that mega van! I proceeded to knock on the backside of the van and could hear them shuffling inside, shaking the van. The security guard and I stood there in disbelief as one of them tried to start the engine but it wouldn’t go. The van was idle for about five minutes when the guy pops his head out and says, “Hey man, you think you can give me a jump?”
