"I just popped it right off..."

Yesterday I had a youngish, white, bearded dude in a hat come in and want to buy one of these.  I don’t know what they’re called exactly but they are pretty cool.  They are made of really heavy metal and basically you put the ball end in your ass and the ring end around your cock and balls.  Fun times right?  We have three sizes.  And by three sizes I mean three different sized balls with three different sizes rings.  He knew he wanted the smallest size ball, he for sure didn’t want anything bigger in his ass.  This he made sure I knew. But he was concerned that the ring on that smaller one wouldn’t fit over his junk.  I get this all the time.  Bio guys who make a big show about being concerned that some cock ring will be too small.  I’m sure for a handful of folx this is a legitimate concern.  But for most, really, its not.  But I get it.  I appreciate a concerned sex toy shopper because I appreciate that toys are an investment and we want them to be perfect.  Anyway he starts telling me there’s an easy way for him to know if it would fit him.  I know where this is going.  ”I’d just have to compare it to my other ring,” he says.  ”No dude,” I think.  ”Problem is, I’m wearing it.”  Of course you are.  He starts to gesture towards the back of the store, “I’ll just go back here…” “LET ME OPEN THE BATHROOM FOR YOU!” and I basically ran away from him.  He didn’t follow me and when I went back he was holding his ring… greeeeaaat.  My boss would looooove that. “See I just popped it right off, I’m getting pretty good at that.”  Congratulations.  Don’t worry.  I didn’t have to get near his ring and he ended up buying it which fetched a hefty price for the store.  And I didn’t have to see his wiener.  No harm, no foul. All in a day’s work.