my boss says we’re not exactly starting to receive commission, but i have to make online ‘kiosk’ sales or i won’t get hours. there is a teenaged guy by the tool t-shirts. ”do you like tool?” i ask. he is wearing a tool concert t-shirt. he looks me in the eyes and says, “i love tool.” i say, “we have more tool t-shirts available to order from our kiosks; nobody has these, they’re exclusive.” he half-heartedly says, “wow that is tempting.” i nod, but sense i am loosing the sale.
“i always fuck my girlfriend listening to tool,” i say.
he looks at me wordless.
he asks to see the tool shirts available online.