So, I went to the store the other day and I was wearing a low cut shirt.
I went up to the front counter to ask the worker if they had any CD's to burn music onto for my little sister, the guy would not stop looking at my tits!
He'd look me in the eye for a brief second while he was talking, but his eyes always managed to wander to the chest area.
I guess I'm a bitch because I quickly put my hand over my chest and brought my other hand up near my face and started waving it. I said, "Excuse me, can you please tell me where the CD's are and stop lookin' at my tits."
Haha. He was all like,"What? Whoa, I wasn't...I'm so sorry. They're uhm...right over here.." His face was red as hell.
Kind of funny.
So yeah, he showed me where the CD's were and walked back to the front. I browsed the selection of burning CD's they had and started to feel bad about blowing up his spot like that. I was thinking about apologizing to him...then I saw the cameras!
Hahaha. I couldn't help myself. I took a picture of my tits...in the store. I asked the guy to come back so I could ask him another question. He came back. I handed him the camera I had just used along with the long wire that was holding it down to the counter. "Pictures last longer," I said to him and walked out of the store quickly.
I never got the CDs.
