And I missed the tazering too

Hopefully this week shan't be inclined to conclude in a manner that puts visions of high-proof alcohol, high explosives, edged steel, and the screams of the mortally wounded dancing provocatively in my mind's eye like a will-o'-the-wisp of the Furies. May not happen that often, but last end of the work week was atrocious.

Recipe to consign an otherwise pleasant shift to the bowels of hell?

• Take one slightly busy adult store.
• Add one swinger couple who had extensively networked prior, who suddenly decide to pull a no-show.
• A dozen men, who thought they were going to get their dicks sucked, getting increasingly bored/restless before they realize they've wasted the better part of two hours for nothing.
• A chirpy jade off the street slipping into the arcade area attempting to duck in and out of rooms to score some drug money. Felt startled and affronted that her plans would be canceled.
  
• A sketchy guy with a shaved head and over-sized sweatshirt "prairie-dogging" in the arcade before attempting to legitimize his malfunction with a preview. Looks slightly annoyed when the preview gets shut off on him since he wandered out of the room for several minutes for some unknown purpose.
• A scrungy dirt-clod attempting to solicit something off an otherwise placid customer.
• A crazy old hag of a woman, long since told she wasn't allowed on the premises, attempting to turn a trick and getting indignant when her picture is taken.
• A handful of skinheads, variety undetermined, making a circuit of the store, before demanding to know why we don't stock weapons. Then they take a learning trip to the arcade. A long, detailed scrutiny of the gay and transsexual video titles before leaving.
• A man and woman loitering around the video shelves before attempting to gain a rental membership with an invalid debit card and flimsy story.
• A customer using the restroom to exorcise some demon of brimstone and methane and ducking out before the fumes could dissolve the flesh from his bones and the clerk, me, is paralyzed by the paint peeling miasma creeping forth.
• Sketchy dude returning, sans shoes, to peek through shelving, curtains, or windows. Upon getting escorted to the door, trots around the back of the building to void his bladder on our dumpster. Seemed surprised we'd be opposed to such actions on his part.
• A customer getting their shirt stolen through a glory hole.
• A man wondering if the fully lit, unlocked, "open" sign illuminated store, with customers inside, was closed.

I HATE and it warms me like a sweater of the softest fleece.