Video Store Mayhem
I struggled to get a job in my second year of university and desperately applied to a seedy new adult video store on the bohemian hub street near my apartment. The manager readily took me, saying he’d had no other applicants and he was just as desperate as I was. This should have been a warning, but I needed to make rent.
Here’s what happened: It didn’t matter if I (a girl) went into work wearing a stained sweatshirt and baseball cap or didn’t bother taking a shower… the customer base were all people who had been blackballed from other adult stores in town and were constantly asking me how much I charged (for me, not for the videos) and thinking they could rope me into threesomes with their wives and girlfriends. Children would tire of street hockey and come into the store swinging sticks, knocking down all the teetering shelves of merchandise. I won’t even go into detail what people thought they could get up to around corners where they thought they couldn’t be seen!
The worst was the owner, not the manager. He would reel in drunk from the blues bar around the corner, clean out the till and blow the entire takings and float on booze. Conveniently for him he never remembered this and accused me of stealing. Alarmed, I hastily quit before he could press charges because I had long suspected that the “security” camera was a decoy and I couldn’t prove a thing. I immediately applied to the hip indie video store down the street and begged the owner for a job, telling her what had happened at the adult store, and, luckily, she agreed to hire me.
Having had a friend who worked at an adult store, I believe every word of this! He was a big beefy bald 6’3″ guy with bushy eyebrows and he still had people begging him to join threesomes and screw their (never present) wives.
Did the people remember to rewind their tapes?
It’s not even like you can use the invitations as a compliment for your good looks because you know they would have asked anyone who worked there.
Not entirely sure how “working in an adult video store” translates to “easy” in the minds of these people :/
Haha, this was my post, and I never thought it would be published! It really was awful – I came in to work in varying degrees of personal hygiene to see what would happen – no, they all still wanted me.
And no, people rarely rewound their tapes. I worked there two months and wore out two VCRs because the owner was too cheap to get a rewinding machine.
This all sounds hilarious, except for the part where you are alone, in an adult video store, with drunks (sure it was your boss, but he was still a drunk) AT NIGHT! That’s a bit scary, for a guy or a girl. I would have brought a camera in to take photos of him every single time he took the money. Or hid it in a cash box somewhere else and see his reaction when the register was empty.
I also probably would come in just as well groomed as I liked, but put up a sign that the clerk is not available.
Haha, ergh, problem is I didn’t want to draw attention to myself at all, so putting up a sign would have doubled the unwanted attention!