|My Job is Fucked.
||[Nov. 9th, 2006|10:42 pm]
A woman approached me at work today with a Christmas list for her daughter. On it were a bunch of DVDs and a few cds. The print was big and made of mostly misspelled words. I offered to help her find the DVDs first. So I began, and with that I gathered a collection of comedies, along with the occasional "family" film, such as "The Goonies." |
Sometime during my interaction with her, she mentioned that her daughter was 24, and with down-syndrome. I wasn't sure how to respond, so I asked her for more on the list. I continued: Miss Congeniality 2; The Cowboy Way; Mixed Nuts--you get the idea.
On my second return, she asked for "Showgirls." Hmmn. Did the mother want this for herself, for her husband maybe? But then I noticed in that familiar big print, "Show Girls." I paused for a moment, trying to sort out my confusion. Finally, I said, "You do realize that 'Showgirls' is, well...it's an adult film."
She laughed and said, "Look, honey, she's 24 years old. She knows how all that stuff down there works." Then, perhaps to restate her point, she placed her index finger inside her mouth, as if to lick it; she made a jabbing motion with two fingers, about six inches from my face, imitating how a woman masturbates.
"OK. I'll go get it for you," I said, walking away quickly.
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is my job.