Hi there,
I might get some hate for the following, but I call it as I see it. First off, though, I am really into fitness and work-out with weights and kettlebells fequently. I work at a book store, so I pretty much keep up with all the new fitness mags (except for the comical ones with the guys that look freakish; not my thing) and and books. One night last week: two guys walk in just before closing. They are pretty big fellows, no problems in the muscle department. They just got out of the gym 2 floors down.
"Hey, dude!", one guy yells at me.
"yes, can I help you out?"
Shit, dude. Hey you have this book Ultrametabolism or something like that?" I know the book. I read it. We dont have any copies left.
"Nope, we're out. Sorry, guys."
"Hey, can you order that?"
"Yes, " I say.
"OK, go ahead dude."
"Sure, let's just step over here so I can get your information down."
"Cant you just call the wharehouse and tell them to send it?"
"Nope. This would be a special order since we dont have any on hand."
"How does that work?" one guy asks.
"Well, I need your name, phone and/or email and a credit card so we can order that for you," I explain.
"Fuck!" the other guy says. He continues to his buddy,"Dude, lets go the the other place and see if they have it. I dont want to wait."
"Hey, can you go check in back, see if it is a box or something?"
I flatly looked him square in the face and said, "Nope. We don't have it. I can show you the inventory manifest if that would help."
"Ah, forget it dude." He then proceeds to hammer the desk with his fist and walks away.
I remember thinking to myself, I dont think these gays got a problem controlling their metabolism. Maybe social skills, but... Draw your own conclusions.
