Once upon a time we put on some porn... In a bookstore. (by accident, you guys)

My friends and I had been working at a family-owned, independent bookstore for years. It was wonderful. We were able to work with our friends, talk about books, do some minimal dusting, see all the new releases, and read books while being paid. 

The only downside? The music. The owners, who were in their mid-60s liked non-intrusive music. Which is fine, I mean, we were in a bookstore after all. The problem was that it was bad. So bad. Like a typewriter clicking over some cheesy elevator music, complete with the ping! at the end and the zip! of pushing the mechanism back. Oh sweet mercy. 

So on Saturdays, when it was just us part-time girls, we couldn't bear to listen to that for 9 hours. Do we would change the satellite TV to the oldies radio (Jukebox Gold) and dance our way through selling books. 

One day just as we were trying to find the right channel the owners walked in unexpectedly. Becoming flustered by the chance that we might be caught one of the girls accidently stopped at a porn station! And couldn't figure out how to get back to the music from hell that we were meant to be listening to. I ran out to meet the owners talking loudly and gesticulating wildly so as to distract them from what kinds of sounds were coming from the loudspeaker... 

Luckily they were used to my crazy antics or deaf and didn't notice anything amiss. And we were able to change the channel from porn to boring music. And we all breathed a collective sigh of relief before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.