OldEnglish
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Hey Everyone,
Well, the evil Ticklers from the Receiving area struck again tonight at work... For those of you who missed my last post, I work as the Receiver at a Staples store and, as such, it is my responsibility to take care of any of the damaged product that customers may return to the store...
The last victim of my tickling escapades at work was a girl named Kerri and, tonight, she became the victim yet again. She had paged me to the Service Desk to pick up the pile of damaged product, but then she jumped in front of them, saying, "Never mind. I changed my mind. You can only get it when it is a big pile." So, hoping to instigate something, I said, "Right, well, you see, that might be the women's approach to working..being lazy... But the man's approach is to get the stuff done as soon as possible." [No offense to any female readers, of course... I was merely trying to provoke her. LoL] At that, she raises her eyebrows at me and says, "Oh, really, huh? Well, good luck trying to get this stuff now," and crossed her arms. Out came the tickling fingers and away went Kerri's stonecold demeanor. She instantly caved in on herself in a fit of giggles. I poked my way to find where her worst weak spots were, as I had only tickled her under her arms before and she was guarding them quite well now. I found that her stomach proved to be her most sensitive, so I gave her some "Pillsbury Dough Boy" pokes, which were obviously having their desired effect, as she was quickly turning red. What made this scene all the better, though, was the fact that, since this was taking place on the sales floor, she was trying to make as little noise as possible so we wouldn't attract unnecessary attention, so she was doing lots of things to avoid laughing. She tried clenching her eyes shut, pounding her fists onto the desk...all to no avail. Finally, she gives up, saying, "OK, OK. Take your stupid product!"
So I begin to walk away triumphantly, saying, "Tony 1, Kerri 0," and she jumps up and down in a "temper tantrum" complaining, "I hate that I am so ticklish!" Music to my ears. LoL
On a side note, she asked me to help tutor her in English, as that is my major in college, so I am hoping that this will facilitate towards perhaps some foot tickles at her house. I'll keep you posted!
~~Old English~~
Well, the evil Ticklers from the Receiving area struck again tonight at work... For those of you who missed my last post, I work as the Receiver at a Staples store and, as such, it is my responsibility to take care of any of the damaged product that customers may return to the store...
The last victim of my tickling escapades at work was a girl named Kerri and, tonight, she became the victim yet again. She had paged me to the Service Desk to pick up the pile of damaged product, but then she jumped in front of them, saying, "Never mind. I changed my mind. You can only get it when it is a big pile." So, hoping to instigate something, I said, "Right, well, you see, that might be the women's approach to working..being lazy... But the man's approach is to get the stuff done as soon as possible." [No offense to any female readers, of course... I was merely trying to provoke her. LoL] At that, she raises her eyebrows at me and says, "Oh, really, huh? Well, good luck trying to get this stuff now," and crossed her arms. Out came the tickling fingers and away went Kerri's stonecold demeanor. She instantly caved in on herself in a fit of giggles. I poked my way to find where her worst weak spots were, as I had only tickled her under her arms before and she was guarding them quite well now. I found that her stomach proved to be her most sensitive, so I gave her some "Pillsbury Dough Boy" pokes, which were obviously having their desired effect, as she was quickly turning red. What made this scene all the better, though, was the fact that, since this was taking place on the sales floor, she was trying to make as little noise as possible so we wouldn't attract unnecessary attention, so she was doing lots of things to avoid laughing. She tried clenching her eyes shut, pounding her fists onto the desk...all to no avail. Finally, she gives up, saying, "OK, OK. Take your stupid product!"
So I begin to walk away triumphantly, saying, "Tony 1, Kerri 0," and she jumps up and down in a "temper tantrum" complaining, "I hate that I am so ticklish!" Music to my ears. LoL
On a side note, she asked me to help tutor her in English, as that is my major in college, so I am hoping that this will facilitate towards perhaps some foot tickles at her house. I'll keep you posted!
~~Old English~~
