Cooter McCreepson

I work for a cellular phone company amongst the many jobs I have and in a retail store to boot. I see and deal with some crazy, creepy, plain weird, and some genuinely nice people. Anytime you work with the public you subject yourself to 'anything goes'. The other day this man came in with two phones. One phone that was 'broken' and a new one that was replaced on warranty. Apparently he was in the store just the day before to have all of his contacts, photos, music, etc transferred from old phone to new phone. The reason he was back in was because some of his text messages didn't come over. One might ask why you desperately need to save all of your text messages, but hey, people are weird so whatever. He explains that some were saved on the memory card and he needs them in the 'inbox' of his text messages. To appease him, I threw it on our machine and let er' rip. Some came through some didn't. However, the entire time he was hovering over my back and watching and commentating on everything that was happening with our transfer machine. Also continually asking like a child on a long car trip "did it work? did it work?" in an "are we there yet? are we there yet?" annoying tone. After the transfer he was looking through for what he was missing. Some texts were still not there, and at that point folks, there isn't much I can do. Sometimes the machine is finicky and sometimes its a life saver. This time it didn't quite work completely. As I was taking the phone from his hand to see if i could find where these files may have been stored if not in the inbox, i got a glimpse of a picture. He was in fact wanting picture messages, and not text messages.



The glimpse of a picture that I got was of a woman. In a compromising position. Look, i don't care what you look at or what tickles your fancy, but I really don't want to touch the device in which you use to look at such pictures. I about threw up in my mouth and disinfected my hands at the first chance I got. Cooter McCreepson was too close and too worried about his crotch shots on his phone. I finally had to stop helping him so that my co-worker could try to transfer the pictures because he just would not accept the fact that not every thing could be transferred. Irritated with this guy, I finally snapped. "Cant you just email them to yourself? Or resend them to your own number so they are actually in your inbox then?" He just looked at me with his stupid face.

Two days later, guess who waltzes back in with both phones in his hands? Yep. Cooter McCreepson. He took one look at me and bee-lined for my manager who has yet to help him transfer his goodies. So far 3 of us has tried, now its the boss's turn. As my boss is transferring I send him a text message warning him of what he might find on the phone. Cooter McCreepson was again all up on my boss's shoulder looking at what he was doing. It got to the point he was in my way and I made him sit down. What? Is he going to y something to me? Nope, I saw your embarrassing pictures and touched your spooge phone. SICK! Seriously, if this guy even comes back in, I will punch him in his nards.