Sanctuary for the sexual?

The phone rings and I answer it. On the other end, a woman is curious whether a certain man is in the store. She offers a name. When I don't immediately seize upon that information, she spends a few minutes providing me a description. Eventually, she winds down enough for me to respond. She is less than thrilled by my highly polished assertion that I have not seen anyone of her description. She hangs up.

*****

The door opens and a man approaches the counter. He inquires as to whether his "friend" is there. I tell him I couldn't say. He gives me a description and a name just in case. But again I am not forthcoming in answering his question. Eventually, he decides that his buddy must have already come and gone, so he asks me what the alleged individual purchased. I don't bat an eyelash before telling him flatly I have no idea if this guy had actually been in the store and bought something. He grunts and leaves.

What the bloody, frothy fuck do these people expect?! Customers of this store should be able to expect a certain measure of discretion from the staff. It is no one's damned business what flavor of kink they prefer except their own and to a limited extent the store. That extent would largely be our capacity and willingness for supplying that demand. Past that, folks need to keep their noses out of other's libidos.

Who would ever want to patronize a business where anyone could call in and have their sexual habits bandied about? How would that convey that their dignity and privacy are respected?

So no, if I am out and about outside work and I see a customer from work, I'm not going to recognize them. They might recognize me and thus proclaim that they patronize an adult store, but it's their choice to make.

I will not reveal what a customer purchased.

I will not confirm that any particular person has ever patronized the store without sufficient reason.

It is not harmless, nor is it amusing. Go play "Big Brother" somewhere else, preferably far away and alone.