July 9

Sex World: World of Sex Week Two

Just back in from Iowa City and in no mood to be here tonight. Not only that but the store is still bustlin' with creeps at 4:45a. I got in trouble earlier when some drunk and his buddy were causing a ruckus and I railed to radio it in. I didn't think they were that bad, but they got booted when the drunk feel on the floor. They were wearing matching A shirts and jeans. They had a sober girl with them who didn't want to be with them. Hard to look at, so I looked away.

I had a prostitute come in, a hot one, and solicit a guy going into the booths. He turned her down. I got to enjoy the whole show on closed circuit tv, shot by our trusty security cams.

And I've got this guy who's been trying on dresses and hot pants and tops for over an hour. I don't think he's wearing underpants and though that's unspeakably gross, I just don't care enough to say anything. I just want him out.

I've got a fucking cart of porno to rewind. I'm tired and hungry. Bored out of my wits. Thinking about doing some Ritalin. Maybe make a night out of it.

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So the creepy guy left about a half hour ago after two hours of trying stuff on. He didn't buy anything. He said he had to go get cash. Right after he left, Douglas called from downstairs and said he wasn't allowed in the store anymore. Apparently, this is his thing and we're no longer going to allow it. Lucky for me, Douglas wasn't mad. I neglected to mention my suspicions that the guy might have been jerking off in the bathroom.

Forgot to mention the troll that was in here earlier. He was trying to flirt with me. He was dressed in camouflage, overweight, foreign looking and plagued with a heavy midwestern accent. I looked as bored as I possibly could until he left. Apparently, he had walked here from NE Minneapolis, which he claimed was a half-hour cab ride. "I got bored around my house," he said, "so I decided to walk to Sex World."

It's been a sad night. I bet it's light out.