[Pensive Monkey]

I'm more than mildly irritated at all of the people who pretend not to know how to tell time. I work in retail, and we close at 9 p.m. Anytime I shop after, oh, 7 or so, I check the hours of the store I'm going into to make sure I won't overstay my welcome. One might think that we just want their business. But it's not true. I'm getting paid little over minimum wage whether we have late customers or not. I don't want to be standing around watching you destroy our displays half an hour after we locked the doors. I want to go home and be with my family.

We recently had a creepy man come in after 9, but the doors had unfortunately not been locked yet. At 9:30 he was in the fitting room. Walking by, one could easily see his bare legs and -- gag -- tighty whities laying in a heap on the floor. He was trying on pants in the buff.