Okay, so I decided to have some fun tonight at work.  One of the furtive old men came in tonight to buy a Penthouse.  It's always rather amusing to watch them. They skulk around the magazine rack, pretending to look at Time and US New & World Report, until the coast is clear at the cash register(meaning no one else is buying anything and I, the only guy working, is at the register). Then, they hurry over with the "dirty magazine" rolled up so no one can see the cover. They generally lay it down facedown on the counter. Being the evil bitch I am, I almost always pick it up, scan it, then pretend I can't find the price, which we have to put in manually after scanning the barcode. If one of my co-workers is near enough, I ask, "Do you know how much these (whatever title they are getting)are. They never put the price in the same place on these things." I then hold it up so she can see which one it is. By now, they are really squirming, eyes darting back and forth to make sure no one else can see the transaction. LOL Once I get the price put in, I lay it face up on the counter while I take the money and count it back to make sure how much they gave me(actually I do this with every customer). Finally after counting back the change, very deliberately,  I bag it and hand it to the customer and say, in my sweetest southern drawl, "Have a good 'un, sir." When he is suitably out the of the store, my co-workers(including my manager) and I bust up laughing. I know this is prob'ly mean, but damn... if you're gonna buy it, own it. Plus, I get bored. I don't discriminate, either.  Gay ones or straight ones, doesn't matter to me; although more guys buying the straight magazines do it than ones buying the gay ones.. On the other hand, when a customer comes in, grabs the magazine he wants and brings it to the cashwrap without any self-consciousness, I ring it, bag it and take the money just like any sale.  I once had a man buying one and some lady he knew came into the store during the transaction.  Lord... was he scrambling to position his body so she couldn't see and she just talked and talked. By the time he got out of that store with his Playboy, he was sweating like a whore in church.