Some things fall apart in the heat.

It's bright and sunny with hardly a cloud in the sky. The breeze is playful and light.

In short, it's a dead day in regards to customer flow. One would think that the citizenry of this fair metropolis might be eager to slip into the sheltering embrace of air conditioned sin. Alas, no, they seem to think their days are better spent heading for more picturesque locales or perching themselves around a barbeque grill with beer in hand. I suppose it does carry a certain inescapable charm, but that is hardly the point.

I need their lust-wracked bodies to crawl across the neutral toned linoleum to proffer me every last cent of their hard won paycheques. It's hardly sporting of them to deny me fat stacks of cold cash, I could always use a pay raise.

Besides, do you have the vaguest notion of how quickly the average adult store clerk can become dangerously bored through lack of customer flow? Fortunes have been made and lost on a single pocket rocket race. Dildo karaoke is a hideous and unwholesome spectacle of Lovecraftian proportions reducing staff to uncontrolled giggling and unwary bystanders to gibbering catatonia. Granted, once their limbs have locked into immobility, you have some time to attempt to close the sale but translating eye-blinks correctly to discern whether they will be paying with cash or credit is a rarefied and recondite skill. Psyches have been irrevocably scarred with but a single hour of "Make your own dialogue/soundtrack for a random movie on mute."

Sure, you may think that simply breaking out the old and hoary list of chores could banish such boggles from fevered imaginations, but the universe has a bleak and pitch dark sense of humor. Projects that normally can eat deeply into a shift, swiftly accelerating perception of time until shift end is upon them unexpectedly, will require only a handful of minutes regardless of how leisurely pursued. In fiendishly short duration the store will be gleaming in pristine condition with a staff slowly turning rabid for something further to accomplish. Infinitely more terrifying is when one finds themself in this very situation, and they work alone.

And with that said, I have just come into some insider information on a shy little dark rocket placed at four-to-one odds to win. Wheeee!