Shopping Tips?
Look away if you are easily offended.
I know this guy, there we go, already you think I am talking about myself. I too think that, whenever someones says ,"I know this bloke," or "A friend of mine." But no I really know this BLOKE. He is in his mid forties, loves to be the centre of attention. Has very insightful views when it comes to watching "The Morning Show" on TV with that guy Carl on it. He hates Carl.
He does like the "Breakfast Show on ABC24," he is in lust with Virginia Trioli. He says he watches the show on his days off. He says she is sexy and much more, I'm not going to make this blog "R" rated by repeating his comments re: the big "V".
Now this great observer, my mate, has some very interesting ideas when shopping. His eyes sparkle in his oval shaped No1 shaved head and three day growth on his lower face. Bloke says: "Mate when you go to Aldi you have to line up so the check out chick babe is on your right." His eyes inadvertently roll upwards as he describes further his strange tale. "Then you quickly put your trolley near the til, now you watch as the girl sways, usually the shirt will pucker giving you a glimpse of frilly bras and beautiful cleavage." Bloke is in heaven in his mind reliving his fetish and fantasy.
I am not sure what to think of this father of three and dutiful husband with a good and responsible day job. It probably goes a long with the way male society commodifies women in a sexual way. I find these stories leave me feeling sad for the people involved, the girl just doing a shitty job to get by, being transmuted to some cerebral sex goddess fulfilling the dreams of what seems to me to be a sexually frustrated forty something, sex starved suburban male.
So the next day I head off to Aldi with my wife. I do the experiment. I get the check out on my right. I load the endless conveyor belt with things, things to be paid for. Rush up to the til, park the trolley in the required place, turn and look straight at the offending uniform on the check out chick, my idea is to warn her of this tiny indiscretion in uniform design. The check out chick is a guy called Robert. Good intensions wasted. I will warn them though when I get the opportunity.
I know this guy, there we go, already you think I am talking about myself. I too think that, whenever someones says ,"I know this bloke," or "A friend of mine." But no I really know this BLOKE. He is in his mid forties, loves to be the centre of attention. Has very insightful views when it comes to watching "The Morning Show" on TV with that guy Carl on it. He hates Carl.
He does like the "Breakfast Show on ABC24," he is in lust with Virginia Trioli. He says he watches the show on his days off. He says she is sexy and much more, I'm not going to make this blog "R" rated by repeating his comments re: the big "V".
Now this great observer, my mate, has some very interesting ideas when shopping. His eyes sparkle in his oval shaped No1 shaved head and three day growth on his lower face. Bloke says: "Mate when you go to Aldi you have to line up so the check out chick babe is on your right." His eyes inadvertently roll upwards as he describes further his strange tale. "Then you quickly put your trolley near the til, now you watch as the girl sways, usually the shirt will pucker giving you a glimpse of frilly bras and beautiful cleavage." Bloke is in heaven in his mind reliving his fetish and fantasy.
I am not sure what to think of this father of three and dutiful husband with a good and responsible day job. It probably goes a long with the way male society commodifies women in a sexual way. I find these stories leave me feeling sad for the people involved, the girl just doing a shitty job to get by, being transmuted to some cerebral sex goddess fulfilling the dreams of what seems to me to be a sexually frustrated forty something, sex starved suburban male.
So the next day I head off to Aldi with my wife. I do the experiment. I get the check out on my right. I load the endless conveyor belt with things, things to be paid for. Rush up to the til, park the trolley in the required place, turn and look straight at the offending uniform on the check out chick, my idea is to warn her of this tiny indiscretion in uniform design. The check out chick is a guy called Robert. Good intensions wasted. I will warn them though when I get the opportunity.
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