Customer Service Complaints: Peep Shows

Majority of men, myself included, despise shopping.

Each day I am met with annoyed women who don’t know their husband, boyfriend or brother’s size and just wish the respective men in their lives would get into the shops and buy their own clothes.

Then there are the men who go shopping for themselves, grudgingly, and will try and make the trip as quick as possible. This generally involves them agreeing with everything you show them and leaving without trying anything on (which generally wastes more of their time when they have to come back…but that is another story).

The other type of begrudged shopper is the man who is shopping with somebody else, generally a female, who is forced into trying stuff on. While most are easily ushered into fitting rooms for this task, there is a hideously large percentage who feel that getting changed on the shop floor is fine, even appropriate.

I hate those men.

I mean, if it is a jumper or a jacket…or some sort of outerwear, I understand. I mean, it’s going over clothes anyway and it is a waste of time them going to a dressing room, but when men start trying on shirts…and even pants on the selling floor, I am filled with rage…and a large portion of vomit in my mouth.

Why do they do it?

They could almost be forgiven if, say, it was an insanely busy day (e.g. Boxing Day) and they only wanted to try a t-shirt on and the line for a change room was completely insane…but this is an all too often occurrence…thus the rant.

Men of Australia, the general shopping public and majority of the staff do not want to see you naked.

Just because the male nipple isn’t as taboo as popping out a female breast in broad daylight, does not mean it should be done in a shop. A beach yes, maybe even a park, after scoring a goal in soccer/football, yes. Shop floor? Fuck no.

That being said, I can deal with a male nip slip in the workplace over an unwanted peepshow by a guy that is too lazy to walk fifteen metres away to try on pants. That makes me fucking sick.

I feel violated, dehumanised and totally spent…Jeff (Survivor: All Stars reference anyone?).

Who even thinks that is an ok idea, let alone does it. I mean, why? It is awkward for all involved. I mean, I am paid to be in the area…an area that someone is flashing there junk, and or trunk in.

I am left asking myself, do I stay or do I go?

I have to serve the other customers that the exhibitionist doesn’t seem to care about, however I want to run away before my eyes get soiled or impregnated.

The customers that do this puzzle and repulse me.

If you are one of these types, I implore you, use your naked legs and walk to a fitting room you bastard. Thank you.