I have pretty much put my "that guy" days behind me but every once in a while, circumstances dictate that I become "that guy" even if it is just for a few minutes. The other night that opportunity presented itself and I was forced to become "that guy" again. My job is to manage the dressing rooms at a retail store. I have to monitor who goes in and out and how many items of clothing the customers take in and out of the room. The town I live in has a lot of summer camps led by college age camp counselors. Many of those camp counselors are from foreign countries where the customs and rules are vastly different.
One night when we were busy a blond headed girl comes up to my desk wanting to try on an outfit. She was about 19 or 20 years old, attractive, and from her accent I was guessing she was eastern European. I told her that would be fine and I looked down to get the keys to the dressing rooms and when I looked back up, she was standing off to the side in front of my desk taking her top off. I was stunned. She got her top off and was standing there in her bra and she had a very nice rack on her. She reached down and started unbuttoning her pants. I just sat there with my mouth open not saying a word. One of the ladies I work with came around the corner before the girl could get her pants down and says "What are you doing?" The busty beauty replies "I am trying on this outfit." The woman I work with says "You need to do that in a dressing room. Where are you from?" The girl replies "I am from Poland. This is how we do it where I am from." The employee says "Well over here we require you to use a dressing room." The Polish girl looks at me and says as I am unlocking the door to one of the dressing rooms " I am sorry. I did not mean to get you in trouble." I finally spoke. "It's OK. You didn't know." I could feel myself starting to blush.
When I got back to my desk the female employee who "helped" me out asks me "Were you going to stop her?" My response came straight from the That Guy. I replied "I was going to stop her when I ran out of singles." If a hot girl wants to take off her clothes in front of me, who am I to deny her that right? Being from Poland, I think the girl needed a lesson in being free to express herself and experience American freedoms. I think that on this night "That Guy" may have reached super hero status. All I need is a cape.
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