Don't Be a Creepy Guy--Part 4

Even though I have a new, very-full time job with lots of important, adult responsibilities, I've kept on with my part timer at Victoria's Secret. I know the question that immediately jumps into your head, and, "NO", I can't tell you "the secret". privledged information.

It's a funny thing...working there. I realized pretty quickly that a very bashful person would most likely not feel comfortable working there...or at any lingerie shop. Discussing intimate apparel with strangers can be a little awkward. Bra fittings and inmodest customers who ask you to into their dressing rooms to assist them....breasts flopping and uncovered....again; awkward. But, none of it bothers me. Any professional bra specialist can handle it. Oh, yeah...Volunteer Director by day, Bra Specialist by night, baby. I could have my own T.V. show.

What I AM bothered by are male customers who cross over into inappropriate. Some men will come in alone, handle all the panties, ask us 30 questions and then walk out after an hour without having bought anything. This behavior could very well mean that they were overwhelmed by the selection and left empty-handed due to intimidation and confusion. But I can't help but wonder if some of them do it just to get off. Questions like "What do YOU think is sexy?" or "What size do YOU wear?" or "Would YOU wear this?" make me suspicious. Reasonably so, I think. But I suppose this is to be expected at such a business. We're the free, less taboo version of the 1-900 number. If we served hot wings and fries, we could be the classy Hooters.

The creepiest encounter I've had so far was with a male customer...late 50's. Curly mustache. Dressed in a suit...polite. His questions started off fairly innocent, and he seemed geniunely determined to choose something nice for his wife. I helped him as much as I could, and then left him alone to look. After a while, he came up to me with several pairs of crotchless panties in his hands. He claimed to not understand what they were. So, I told him. "These are crotchless panties". Pretty self explanatory, right? Not so much. He insisted he didn't get it, and continued to ask me what someone would do with such a garment. I attempted to answer his questions with as much tact as possible, and the more I talked, the nastier his grin became. I finally patted him on the arm and assured him he could make his decision without me. He argued a little....wanted me to stay. I heard him whisper my name one last time as I slipped into the detox shower in the store room.

Eewwuuu.