1-900-SMUT-STORE
Strange phone calls are an occupational hazard in my line of work. Along with the standard fare of legit questions (“What are your hours?” and “Where are you located?”) and prank calls from kids (“Do you sell….dildos?” *giggles*) exist the creepy calls. A certain group of men in this world are so lonely and emotionally stunted that they like to call adult stores and get their jollies, using us as a 1-900 number (I often wonder if they make the rounds in the Yellow Pages and just call every adult store listed, hoping for the best). Strangely, the same guys call week after week, always with the same story. They are certainly persistent, and most definitely creepsters. I wish I knew why they kept calling, it’s not like we engage them in their fantasy, we always hang up as soon as it gets creepy (or put them on perma-hold). Some just want to hear us say dirty words, but others want us to play into their fantasy. The creepy callers with the fantasies always have the same stories.
