Conveniently Convenient

  I was tricked into looking at a penis today.

Wait. Maybe I should provide a little background first.

While I was working this afternoon, a man came into the store and asked where the nearest Sprint store was. Even though that I am now a AT&T/Cingular girl now, I used to have sprint in the past and that there used to be a store over by Beumont and Oliver street. He said he'd been by there and didnt see it, and that he just needed help getting a picture off his phone that some girl took.

 "It's a samsung."

 "I have a samsung. Here, I can probably do it for you."

 "Well...the picture might embarrass you, ma'am."

  Of course when he said that I wanted to see it more than the end of the pointy toe shoe phase that Vera Wang was going through. I'm rife with curiousity. It's my nature.

 "Sir, I live with two gay men. I'm sure I can handle it."

 He sheepishly handed over his phone,a slider,and when I slid it open I was greeted by what else but a fat,bulging,veined cock standing proudly above two equally girthed balls spread akimbo,free and unrestrained as God so intended.

 A lady would have at this point dropped this man's slider and ask that he get the fuck out of her store (i'm guessing). I'd like to say that that's exactly what I did.

But it's not.

Instead,as it's been long since I last saw a sight, I may have forgotten myself for a second and said something like, "Congradulations", and then added, "Dear Diary", under my breath.

 I just changed the man's background to some kind of floral design and handed back his phone.Perhaps, he really honest to God didn't know how to do this himself.Some people just aren't really cell phone friendly.More likely,however,is that he's just some weirdo that gets his jollies by shocking pretty girls in gas stations with pictures of his yogurt launcher.

But anyways,he was probably more than less dissapointed by less than well-I-never reaction.

Poor Guy.