Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Just Peachy

I was recently reading a post on Phoenix's blog that reminded me of something that happened to the daughter of a family friend. Thought I might share it.

Once upon a time, a young woman was working at a convenience store in a small semi-rural town. She was working the swing shift to help pay for school.

Now, usually someone else worked the shift with her, because she tended to work weekends and those were busy nights. But one week she covered the shift for someone on a different night and ended up working by herself.

Late that rainy night a man came into the store and started wandering up and down the aisles as if looking for something. After a few minutes he came up to the counter and asked if they had any peaches. "I'm looking for canned peaches and I can't find them." The young woman replied that the peaches were on isle 2. The man went to isle 2 looked around and came back to the counter. "I can't find them. Would you see if you can?"

By now the young woman was beginning to think that there was something wrong with the man, but she complied and went to the isle where the peaches were and then called to him, "Do you want the large can or the small one?" He replied that the large one would be fine. When she returned to the register with the can of peaches, she saw that the man had opened his raincoat. Underneath he was naked. And to add insult to injury, he was standing with his hips up against the counter and his penis laying on the counter.

Very flustered and not sure quite what to do, she didn't want to encourage him, she did the first thing that came to mind. "That will be $2.oo sir", she said as she slammed the can down onto the penis.

Of course the man then fell to the floor moaning and screaming and holding himself. She, being a kind hearted girl, began to worry that she might have done him serious damage and called the paramedics.

When they arrived, they were a bit surprised to find a man lying on the floor holding his crotch, crying an wearing nothing but an overcoat and boots. As they placed him on a stretcher and started to raise it up and release the wheels, they asked what had happened. When they heard the story they laughed so hard that they dropped the stretcher and broke the man's arm.

My guess is that if the guy ever tries that again, he'll be asking for cotton balls.

8 comments:

phoenix said...

OMG WTG youg lady!!! :P I am still laughing!! He deserved it and more! I have been flashed so many times here in Georgia that I wish I had carried a camera back then. I do now! Click! Got your face! Click! Got your tag!!

Jerk Of All Trades 2.0 said...

Next time I bet he asked for help finding the Twinkies instead.

Thanks for leaving a comment on my Blog, I'm gald you like it. You sure as heck can link to me. I'd be honored.

Anonymous said...

Twinkies...LOL. I love it. Thanks for reading and welcome to my list of favorite blogs.

brioSphere said...

ya know, all i wanted was a %$#@! can of peaches! jesus christ! so i'd had a few beers! so i was a little ornery! so i forgot to wear pants! the bitch didn't need to get all osama bin laden on me and smash the main meat like that! you have any idea what it's like to have to pee sitting down? huh? do ya?

oh yeah. i guess you do.

;)

Anonymous said...

KM, I like the stabple idea. Nice to know I have a fan. I love your blog and hope you don't mind that I added it to my links. I think others should see it.

B - Only you could blame it on beer. ;)

KOM said...

:(

Just speaking for the poor prevert here, Mandrake. Good god, that's terrible. He should have been more... ah... normal? But damn, that's a painful picture. No squeezing the Charmin for a while.

BTW, looks like I'm viewer #400. Where's the balloons?

KOM said...

Sorry to post twice. Read your blog back from the beginning. How tragic an funny! You certainly have a way with words, and I'm glad that I surfed over.

I wish that I had the salve for yor hurt, and I feel bad for the flippant posts that I've already left, if only because they were flippant. I didn't realize how real this blog is.

Anonymous said...

kom, not to worry. I enjoyed your posts and have a pretty tough skin. you cant be a weenie and raise four kids.