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My heart stopped. Oh, god, it's the creepy guy. Please please please let it not be him.
"All rightie, I'll have your order and total at the window."
I go to make his food and head to the window. It's him. Dear god no, it's him. I take his money, and give him his change, and I feel it. The Clammy Death Grip. The skunk is in the trunk. Buckled in. I bite the bullet. I must know if this guy is a furry or not.
"Where did you get the skunk? My best friend's birthday is coming up, and she likes skunks, so I'm thinking of getting her one for her birthday."
"Oh, I got it at Walgreens! It's the most accurate skunk I've seen, and he was only a dollar, so I had to get him. He's a totem for my hidden personality. I can be quite the stinker, you know." He said, chuckling.
I laughed, flicking my eyes over to the area manager, who is washing his hands at the sink.
"Well, thank y-"
"Are you yiffy?" Dear god in heaven, he did not just ask me that.
"...I'm sorry?"
"Ah. Never mind."
"Thankyouandhaveaniceday" I say and slam the window closed. I ran to the office in the back.
"UNCLEAN! UNCLEAN! Dear god, will I ever be clean?" I cried, trying to crawl under the desk.
"Machinegirl, go wash your hands," the shift supervisor said, for she knew of my encounters with him.
My hands are still unclean. I spent ten minutes washing them, and yet, I still feel dirty.
So. Have you been hit on by any furries lately?