You woke up and grabbed Victoria’s name badge and the money you owed her and headed to Victoria’s Secret.
You went into the store, you looked everywhere for her but she wasn’t around.
You asked one of the women restocking the other women working there, “excuse me, do you know if Victoria’s working today?”
“Get lost loser.”
“What?”
“Do you know how many times we get some perverted losers in here asking for ‘Victoria’? I’ll give you a hint, it’s often. Often follow by ‘I want to know her secret’”
“No, you misunderstand. I have something for her.”
“Let me guess, it’s in you pants”
“It’s in my pocket, yes.” And then you pulled out her name badge that you accidentally left with yesterday.
“Okay now I know you’re full of it. You’ve definitely put some work towards this childish prank, but a childish prank is still a childish prank.”
“What do you mean?”
“Tell me where you see my name badge.”
You scanned her shirt for the name badge, but was unable to find it.
“Whoa! Don’t look for too long, pervert.” The person said, “point is, we haven’t had name tags as part of our uniform for at least three years, maybe more.”
“I don’t understand...she gave this to me.”
“Sure she did.” The woman said, “how about you just yourself the trouble, ask for a catalogue like all the other perverts and beat it.”
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