THE BORE
General => The Superdeep Borehole => Topic started by: The Black Stallion on December 20, 2006, 09:01:45 PM
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So here at my work, the administration saw it fit to make us the campus bus stop. This means we have to write out bus tickets and what not. Well, needless to say, this brings in all types of low class riff-raff.
Some foul woman (I could tell by her guttural manner of speech) called in earlier asking if she could get a pre-paid ticket order. I didn't really feel like issuing one so I told her no, they could only be done in person. I told her to call Greyhound and I gave her their number. She informed me that she was coming in and was paying with cash. There was no way out of it.
So about 10 mins later, two of the fattest, smelliest hogs walk in. Cackling and carrying on like they didn't reek of fermented BO. Revolting. The odor is probably the worst part about dealing with some of these bus people. They smell for the most part. These people were no exception.
So I went to work on their ticket, trying my best to not look at them or talk to them. But they would always try to start conversations with me...
"Do you go to the university?"
"You have a girlfriend?"
"You look sad, you could come work at subway with us!"
Ugh.
Anyway, eventually I have to call Greyhound myself to get the PTO to go through, so while I'm on the phone they start carrying on about me as if I'm not even there...
"He sounds pretty smart, he'd be a nice catch!"
"Yeah, and he has a nice ass too"
*at which point I took a seat*
"He's small, but I like em like that!"
"I should enroll in college and get me some of that!"
Ugh... I was revolted. I felt like I was being sized up like a piece of meat. The smell was getting to me so I told the lady on the other line to hasten her pace. The whole time I kept thinking, "When will this be over!?"
When I was ringing up their ticket in the register they started talking to me again, asking if I was interested in their apartment, or working at subway with them. Fucking gross. I tried to remain cordial the whole time but it was hard. They asked me "Why do you look so sad." and I muttered something about working all day. Again, they invited me to work at Subway and I kindly declined. But the real reason I looked so displeased was because I felt violated.
Woe is my black ass.
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not just anyone can be a sandwich artist though....
i'd take it as a compliment.
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I didn't really feel like issuing one so I told her no, they could only be done in person.
What do you mean you didnt feel like it?
I just dont feel like doing my job today so im not gonna do it.
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"He's small, but I like em like that!"
Small penis huh?
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not just anyone can be a sandwich artist though....
i'd take it as a compliment.
I mean, I should right? I'm usually flattered with the constant attention I get from the opposite sex, but this one... ugh, the smell. It's just fowl.
I didn't really feel like issuing one so I told her no, they could only be done in person.
What do you mean you didnt feel like it?
I just dont feel like doing my job today so im not gonna do it.
Something like that, yeah.
"He's small, but I like em like that!"
Small penis huh?
I think they were talking about my body size as I had my back to them the whole time. You see, these women were as big as houses. A great dane would be dwarfed by them.
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Just being lazy?
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I refuse to believe there is anybody you would call ugly.
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Hey they wouldn't kiss you in bed since they'd be snacking on a drumstick. Gice them a call.
I refuse to believe there is anybody you would call ugly.
*waits for am nintenho's photo to be posted*
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Just being lazy?
No, I was in the middle of reading a magazine. I couldn't be bothered with it at the moment.
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*waits for am nintenho's photo to be posted*
That can't compare with the photos he's posted.
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Something similar happened to me when I worked at a toy store in high school... there'd always be these older guys who collected die cast cars who would come in to see what we had. A lot of them were regulars and I knew them by name. But every so often, I'd get someone new coming in, usually they were just going through town and happened to stop.
Well, this one guy I hadn't seen before came in, looking for die cast cars. We kept them up on a high shelf behind the counter.
He constantly kept asking me to go up on the ladder and get him the ones that were up high, then he'd say he didn't like them and make me go back up and get another. He also kept calling me things like "sweetheart" and "darling" and "cutie." This guy was like 40.
Finally, he left, without buying anything. Then my coworker informed me he'd been staring at my ass on the ladder the whole time.
Creepy :S
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ooooooh...what was the magazine about?
that reminds me. this could have been a great Hustler story.
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what the fuck happened there?
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:rofl :rofl
They were white, weren't they???
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:rofl :rofl
They were white, weren't they???
One white. The other black.
Both revolting.
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Something similar happened to me when I worked at a toy store in high school... there'd always be these older guys who collected die cast cars who would come in to see what we had. A lot of them were regulars and I knew them by name. But every so often, I'd get someone new coming in, usually they were just going through town and happened to stop.
Well, this one guy I hadn't seen before came in, looking for die cast cars. We kept them up on a high shelf behind the counter.
He constantly kept asking me to go up on the ladder and get him the ones that were up high, then he'd say he didn't like them and make me go back up and get another. He also kept calling me things like "sweetheart" and "darling" and "cutie." This guy was like 40.
Finally, he left, without buying anything. Then my coworker informed me he'd been staring at my ass on the ladder the whole time.
Creepy :S
Awesome. pics?
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One white. The other black.
Both revolting.
You could have had an oreo threesome.
Awesome. pics?
of her ass?
Yes please.
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:lol cloud
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Something similar happened to me when I worked at a toy store in high school... there'd always be these older guys who collected die cast cars who would come in to see what we had. A lot of them were regulars and I knew them by name. But every so often, I'd get someone new coming in, usually they were just going through town and happened to stop.
Well, this one guy I hadn't seen before came in, looking for die cast cars. We kept them up on a high shelf behind the counter.
He constantly kept asking me to go up on the ladder and get him the ones that were up high, then he'd say he didn't like them and make me go back up and get another. He also kept calling me things like "sweetheart" and "darling" and "cutie." This guy was like 40.
Finally, he left, without buying anything. Then my coworker informed me he'd been staring at my ass on the ladder the whole time.
Creepy :S
Sorry about that :p
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TBS is full of lies.
He looks like he'd fit in more with the KKK than the Black Panthers.
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"I should enroll in college and get me some of that!"
:lol
Man that sounds horrible. I've witnessed some crazy ass shit while riding on the bus, so working FOR the bus must be ten times worse.
I remember one time I was coming home from school on the bus when this homely looking white guy got on. Dude looked like he was 40 or so, but years of crack abuse and bad hygeine seemed to add 20 more years onto his face. All through the trip I couldn't help but look at him as he sat in his seat, bursting out in laughter for no reason and random times.
When we got to his stop he got up and promptly fell to the ground. The busdriver (a black, sort of thick woman) got up and helped him to his feet, at which point he slapped her on the ass and ran off the bus. A week later I saw him at the bus stop, still laughing
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Don't lie, PD
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TBS is full of lies.
He looks like he'd fit in more with the KKK than the Black Panthers.
Stop stealing my lines fool >:(
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TBS is full of lies.
He looks like he'd fit in more with the KKK than the Black Panthers.
Stop stealing my lines fool >:(
Don't lie, PD. It's unbecoming of a respectful black man
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A week later I saw him at the bus stop, still laughing
What the hell? :lol :lol :lol
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They work at Subway and they smell? I bet they don't get much business. Gross.
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Something similar happened to me when I worked at a toy store in high school... there'd always be these older guys who collected die cast cars who would come in to see what we had. A lot of them were regulars and I knew them by name. But every so often, I'd get someone new coming in, usually they were just going through town and happened to stop.
Well, this one guy I hadn't seen before came in, looking for die cast cars. We kept them up on a high shelf behind the counter.
He constantly kept asking me to go up on the ladder and get him the ones that were up high, then he'd say he didn't like them and make me go back up and get another. He also kept calling me things like "sweetheart" and "darling" and "cutie." This guy was like 40.
Finally, he left, without buying anything. Then my coworker informed me he'd been staring at my ass on the ladder the whole time.
Creepy :S
You're such a good little girl.