OK, so here's the story. A friend of my roommate's borrowed a dress from her the other night (it was a black leather short dress with zippers up the sides). Not really my cup o' tea, but to each their own.
She stopped in Walgreens with a girlfriend (girlfriend as in female friend, not life partner) to schlep around. She was stopped by a security guard for suspicion of shoplifting. The security guard proceeded to take her aside and damned near strip search her. In reality, this guy had no right to do what he did. There should've been a female guard searching her. This sleeze then unzipped this girl's dress (zippers up both sides running the length of the dress) and the dress began to fall off. So, there she is, mortified while holding up the front of the dress against her. The guard: one hand on her ass, one hand on her very large chest. Then the cherry on the top....he says, "I pay very well. How much do you charge?" He had mistaken her for a lady of the night, a street walker if you will. Yes, he thought she was a HOOKER. At this point, she should've knocked his lights out. She tries to keep what little dignity she had left and said, "WTF!!! I'm not a prostitute!" The rent-o-cop says, "...oh. OK, so then can I get your number?" What a friggin' dirtbag!!!