I don't even know how to say it. I feel somewhat victimized, yet, I'm flattered at the same time, though quite disgusted. For some unknown reason, the female customers at work today were seriously horndoggin', and my voice put me in the crosshairs. I didn't think it was going to stop.
No ma'am, I'm not doing anything on purpose. Yes, it's happening a lot today. I seriously hope they all don't "need lovin'", as you say. You could do with some? Oh, for the love of God!
You'd think it would be a nice experience, but do you have any idea how weird it is to hear such things from women old enough to need hospice!? Or that gay dude that looked like a ninja turtle? Okay, the Bi-gal was cute, and so were the Milfs, but I was trying to do my freakin' job. Is no chick in this town gettin' any? For goodness sake.
It was like a Tennessee Williams play. It was like "The Long Hot Summer", except I was Eula and too many of the women were Orson Welles.