I had been waiting until the other cashier was done with her customer, but she was taking entirely too much time.  The alternative was to hand my $5 to her co-worker: a flamboyant, out of the closet homosexual.  He had that stereotypical butt ranger voice, and even had faggot tattoos.  It didn't really shock me any.  Bookstores are filled with cappucino sipping faggots in this part of California.  Still, it gave me the creeps to buy my Shotgun News from this guy.  With butt cheeks firmly clenched, I walk up to his counter and lay down the late September issue of SN.  Not quite expecting what kind of reaction he would have to being confronted with masculine literature, I gritted my teeth....  In a loud, yet distinctly queer tone of voice, he proclained, "OOOOOOOOOH, IT'S THE BIG SCARY NEWSLETTER!!!"    [:X*]

Tower Books...right??

sgtar15

ROTFLMFAO!!

Well, let me by the first here to call you a biggot... and LOCK your account!

You should know he was mind screwing you. He smelled your fear and mind screwed you.  I bet you feel violated.