Feeling: disgusted
Listening to: Finger Eleven - One Thing
Reading/Watching: The Tenant of Wildfell Hall - Anne Bronte

Today, amid the five or sixty boxes of magazines that needed to be stripped (i.e. have the covers ripped off and sent to the publishers for credit back), I found a plastic bag with a post-it on it:

"Magazines found in the men's restroom. When stripping, use biohazard precautions."

Inside, what do I find? Three "adult" periodicals. Oh, the joy. Two beefcake, one cheesecake, so at least I know he's into equal opportunity. An openminded wanker, if you will. Now, I understand that everyone does *that thing* every once in a while. I understand that sometimes, it requires some reading material. I even can kindasorta understand if there's an extra zing of excitement in doing it in a public place.

But seriously, people. If you're going to spank the monkey with store merchandise in a public restroom, at least have the decency to pay for your porn after you sample it, you cheap, freakass bastard.

I may love my job, but I am quite certain that I do not get paid enough to handle your castoff spunk mag.

That is all.

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