Not Optional

Apparently, when I am at work, seeing ass crack is not optional.

If it's not my coworkers (and supervisors) it's the customers.

One in particular was in last night. This man has been a smelly PITA for years--we see him ad naseum (usually it's the smell) for months at a time, then he'll disappear for a year, then he'll be back. When he shows back up, it's usually with some long winded, breathy (oh, God, the SMELL!) explaination of how he was in jail and they refused to give his shoelaces back.

He's always drunk--polluted, and he smells it.

Once, he came in without his shoes. Walked right through all the water that was running through the garden center, and never noticed.

Last night, he was back. Leaning in close so I was sure to catch a whiff.

He tried to tell me how to do my job. Then, thankfully, he left.

But he came back. He was picking up the block he paid for earlier. His name was misspelled, so of course, it couldn't be that easy. The guys loaded it, and, in an effort to get him away from me faster, we tried to print the loading ticket.

I was hoping he wouldn't notice that his name was misspelled--but he did. God, I had to explain it over and over and over again to him--his name was misspelled, but it was, too, his order. It took fully 5 minutes to get that through his head.

Ah, but my original point. I almost forgot.

At one point, he was leaning on the counter. And there, in all it's *ahem* glory was his rosy red inebriated ass cleavage.

I'd prefer to NEVER see butt crack again EVER, but, since it appears that being on the clock and seeing someone else's ass isn't optional for me, can I please have the pasty white asses of my supervisors instead?

Please?