stalling.

when i used to work at tower records, i usually stood by the register all day because i was too lazy to tag product or put cds where they belonged. so i'd ring people's purchases up. whenever there was a pretty girl in line, i'd either stall my customer by taking forever with the yellow plastic bags, or else i'd slowly swipe their cds, demagnetizing the security tags. either that, or i'd hurry up the transaction, depending on where she was in line. i wasn't the only one who would do this. all the other lonely, desperate geeks with massive record collections - those of us who spent more time browsing through music, rather than learning how to socialize - would do the same. our ploy rarely ever worked. all the girls would go to david fixx, a clean-cut and sensitive pot-smoker, for help. we always resented him for that.

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