Let's face it: our collective lingerie/pyjama shopping experience would not be complete without them...
A man was paying his purchase, a pink peignoir, and asked the (female) clerk to gift wrap it. He then notice a Christmas lingerie catalogue on the counter, and asked the clerk that she put one inside the folded garnment. (Quite a classy way to drop a hint, don't you think?)
A really interesting thing is that the man made the following lapsus: he asked for a calendar instead of a catalogue.
(At this point, you start to see a clearer picture of the type of man in question.)
He then went on rambling about the Christmas decorations in the store, pointing how appropriate it was to decorate a lingerie store with "plein de belles boules." He also found wise to add: "moi j'aime ben ça, des petites boules."
Then, nodding towards a table covered with panties, the man said to the clerk: "There are a lot of things in here that would suit you well."
She kind of smiled back at him, with a noticeably annoyed look in her eyes.
Lingerie saleswoman #1 to lingerie saleswoman #2: "I used to work at La Senza on Ste-Catherine, but I couldn't stand the drunken men who would come into the store just to touch the clothes and the mannequins, and harass the female personnel."
(I find it really sad to think that we live a society where some men seem incapable to distinguish between an underwear store and a sex shop/strip club/porn booth.)