Banana Rama

The title of this post has nothing to do with anything just in case you were the type to stay up late at night, pondering the meaning of my blog posts.* (Or maybe it does!) I used to work at an adult bookstore (no, really) and one day when I came up from the back (discreet rear entrance, you know) I ran into someone I know. He was a roommate of mine when I first moved out of the house. I have great stories to tell about him, but those stories were also the reason we weren't roommates for long.

Anyway, as you do when you run into someone you know when you are in a SOB (sexually oriented business) you ask them what they are doing there.  It turns out that he had just applied for the job opening we had at the place for counter clerk. He also told me about what had been going on in his life and it turns out all those stories just keep on continuing.

Once he took off on his bike with his button down shirt with tie, little black backpack, and his house key on a shoelace around his neck (I kid you not) I went in to see the shop owner. The conversation went like this:

Me: I know that guy you just interviewed.
Shop Owner: He was a live one.
Me: Yeah....
SO: So is he like a fat Morman?
Me: No. (laughing)
SO: And what's with that housekey?
Me: I dunno, he's always done that.
Me: I came to tell you not to hire him.
SO: Oh? Why?
Me: He's a raging homophobe.
SO: Oh! Yeah, that won't do here.

Seriously, if you think only straight people go to adult bookstores then you would be misguided in your belief. It's kind of too bad this is such a PG-rated blog. I have a great photo of him passed on in chair holding a very large rubber male organ replica. Wouldn't he be horrified to see that?! On a blog? In public?!

* If you are, may I kindly suggest you get a life

The Fine Print: Just a bunch of trifold cards I made from yet another Club Scrap kit "Take Wing" See, nothing has anything to do with anything around here. TGIF. By the way, my former roomie wasn't on the list of people to consider for hiring anyway.