The Producer ambled down the stairs and I laughed as I chatted with a coworker. He came into the store to find out what was so funny (the way he walks, it’s cute, but still funny) and we got to chatting. Somehow we got on the topic of sexual harassment (I think I jokingly accused a coworker after a rather sexually-charged comment) and he said that if I thought that was bad, that I definitely wouldn’t be able to hack it at his store.
I disagreed, because that’s just how I roll and told him that there was no way that they could top any of the inappropriate conversations we have in our store. This was obviously a challenge he couldn’t back down from so he told a mildly racy, but ultimately boring story about sex in the change rooms.
I laughed it off and then mentioned that previously I had jokingly made some sort of comment about fucking a coworker with a strap on.
The look on his face was priceless and I had to smirk.
“I win!” I teasingly gloated and he stood there mouth agape. More witty banter ensued and he eventually left (most likely to tell the boys that we’re not nearly as innocent as we look)