Hey porn store clerk-dude disrupting my jack off session: look, I only get an hour for lunch and all but 10 minutes of that time is spent actually eating lunch and walking to/from said porn store from/to my office. so you see I only have a precious 10 minutes to feed the video machine and spit shine the ol' johnson so I can find the perfect titillating scene where I can unload my sack. when you somehow jimmy open the locked door (WTF!?) to my booth and ask me if I need any "help" — well, that kinda kills the mood and wilts the wiener. Your job is to make change at the counter and to mop up the jizz. Capiche?