it was almost time to go home, so i was feeling antsy and ornery. i was sorting through a cart of crap when i came across a pair of little girls kneepads. they were shaped and decorated like easter eggs. of course, the first thing that popped into my mind was, "PASTIES!"
being a total asshole, i held them up to my chest (which doesn't need anything else drawing attention to it, if you know what i mean) and yelled for my friend heather to look while i squealed, "ooooooooooh!" that's when i turned to see the new manager-in-training standing next to me. i wish i could have seen the look on my face because it went
purely by reflex, i slapped my hand over my mouth like it was going to help shut me up, but it was already too late. i could tell he was trying not to laugh, and i walked away completely red in the face but trying SO HARD to stop laughing until he was gone. it was one of those moments when you know it's totally inappropriate and you need to stop laughing (like in school or church) but the fact that you have to supress it only makes you want to do it MORE. to make matters worse, he stayed in my section for a couple minutes checking prices, and i was seriously about to explode.
i can't believe he saw me with my pasties.