So, towards the end of my shift,
a woman comes in to start early…
She has changed her shift by one hour to help
with the schedule of a second job.
Her terminal is just across from mine.
She had heard a comment I made last week
about switching to third shift to have better weekends,
trying to set up a show or two…
So she asks, “What kinda shows?”
Now, the late shifts at work are pretty hip and whacked out as freak-ness goes, but first shift is full of church-going housewives and pseudo-retirees and such. I try to just pass a casual comment about the content of my work as not day-time friendly…
“Oh, really. I have ALL sorts of acquaintances…” Turns out she had spent some time exploring her inner dominatrix after her divorce years back. She has attended such punnish events in St. Louis as Spanksgiving and Beat Me in St. Louie…
I love my life…
Sexual freaks are everywhere.
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