Back on the job

Out the back of Love+, I find my boss engaging in his favorite pass time, putting a fag in his mouth. Charlie the Chimney is on his first of many cigarettes for the day. With his purple dress slacks and yellow dress shirt, the scrawny fifty-something is the right mix of practical and flamboyant.

"Hello my Dear." He says, his British accent still holding on despite the thirty or so years he's spent in the States.

"Hey."

"How's it going?"

"Great."

"Yeah?"

"How many problems you ever solved by walking into a bar?"

He shoots me a puzzled look. "None, unless drinking to forget problems count?"

"No. I mean that was the plan but then a hot Asian girl approached me and well, one thing led to another."

"Huh. Seems like your luck has changed."

"Seems like it."

"Let's hope that translates to success at the counter." He then discards his cigarette. "C'mon my dear."

And so begins another day at work. My first customer turns out to be a peppy redhead who wants a new strap-on, and I certainly have a recommendation. A recommendation that reminds me of last night, which in turn makes the morning shift drag like I'm working the whole day. Even with the numerous customers, I have to deal with, I still can't get Penny out of my head. The worst part is that I know she's going to be at work whilst I'm home alone.