So I'm working today, putting together a standee with a co-worker who we will call Easy. She's very attractive, but also a minor and has a child (she's not Hispanic). In rolls a bunch of African Americans in urban attire, led by some guy that we will call Himuro. He rolls up to my co-worker's counter and slams a bunch of crumpled $20 bills on the counter:
"Hey! I'm ready! I'm ready! Hook me up with that PEE-ESS-FREE!"
He pushes the stack of money towards her, and she has this intrigued and confused look. He counters with:
"I'M BALLIN'!"
He laughs as the rest of his crew chuckles and congratulates him on his well timed joke.
Well, according to store policy, we write down the serial number for whatever product the customer wants to purchase, ring him up and bring it out after it is paid for. So she goes in the backroom to write down the serial number and he hovers at the door entrance. When she comes out, he stops her and says something to her I can't make out. She looks pretty disgusted.
She rings him up at the counter, and he is like a few cents short.
"Hey baby, you cover me this time and I'll cover you... any movie you want to see."
She responds with a blunt, "Oh, so any movie I want to see, does it have to be at this theater [referring to our local cinema]?"
"Hell nah, I just bought 'dis PEE-ESS-FREE to watch EIGHTCH-DEE movies and shit. You can come over and I'll massage your feet and shit."
She deflects his proposal and advances; she's no longer a rookie and used to this by now. He vacates the store, with his posse in tow.
I ask her what he said at the door. She goes, "He said, 'Baby, the only number you need to write down is mine - here it is.'"
And then we laughed at Himuro.
