Odd title, but you have been warned.
Last night, I went to my not-so-local adult store to purchase a new vibrator. As I've recently moved, and my husband packed all of our bedroom toys, I have no idea where mine is, and it's in need of replacing anyway.
When I got to the till with my purchases, the small-talk began with the wonderfully hilarious man behind the counter. We talked for a good five minutes, and eventually (I can't remember why) I told him "Last night I dislocated my hip, my knee, my ankle, my shoulder, and my jaw."
He looks at me kinda funny, then "You were playing a sport of some kind, right? Please tell me that wasn't from sex."
"That was from sex" I told him, with a blush in my cheeks.
He looks at me funnier still, tells me my total, and turns around to rummage in a cabinet as the debit machine is doing its thing.
He hands me a card that says '$10.00 off your next purchase', and tells me, "It only takes 3 dislocations to get a discount out of me," awkward pause... "play safe."
I left the store in near hysterics, with a grin on my face.
If any of you have similar-type stories, and aren't shy to admit it, it may be a great way to get a discount from an adult store, even though you know they'll be picturing the kinds of positions necessary for dislocations to take place.
Have a nice day, and a safe night!
The Other Ramp
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