A new version of "Ding-dong Ditch"?

Sitting here behind the counter, it is once again manifest to me that hope springs eternal. Or perhaps that is just man’s fervent desire to get his collective cock sucked. Which has also cast into sharp relief that mankind is also brutishly inclined since the events to which I refer are born of a scam.

All it takes is one anonymous fake ad circulated online giving a time and place that someone, usually a couple, will be visiting a glory-hole booth and suddenly you have a store deluged with men growing increasingly frustrated and bored while they wait for their phantom encounter. This is just wonderful. Large clusters of irritated men are just the thing to keep customers content and willing to spend time shopping. It isn’t as if people tend to fidget, pick at, or otherwise damage things when they’re queued up without an end in sight. Oh yes, this is an utterly victim-less prank.

And isn’t it clever. Let’s get a whole bunch of people to waste an hour or two getting stood-up. Oh yes, these guys are already prepared to wait for a bit, so they’re not in a hurry to give up their faith the ad was sincere. Meanwhile, it looks like a prairie dog town every time the bloody door opens.

Good thing this sort of issue doesn’t happen that often or I would be even more inclined to show my appreciation for this comic’s contribution to my night with a crow-bar and ball-peen hammer.