During my senior year on high school I worked part time for a pharmacy, delivering packages. It was located on the Upper East side in Manhattan and the area was considered a high rent district. Although it never happened I used to think what would happen if I encountered a "freaky older woman" as a customer.
Her: Please come in for a minute, I am trying to reach a few books, but I need someone to hold the ladder.
She smells great and I swear I see a few pubs peeking out. She hands me 2 books and while slowly ascending from the ladder her robe begins to open.
She stops midway on the ladder (without acknowledging that she is exposed) and begins to complain about how her husband ignores her and how she believes he is having an affair.
For now all l will do is listen and allow her to make the next move.
Her: Please come in for a minute, I am trying to reach a few books, but I need someone to hold the ladder.
She smells great and I swear I see a few pubs peeking out. She hands me 2 books and while slowly ascending from the ladder her robe begins to open.
She stops midway on the ladder (without acknowledging that she is exposed) and begins to complain about how her husband ignores her and how she believes he is having an affair.
For now all l will do is listen and allow her to make the next move.
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