When I worked in a convenience store a few years ago, the thing we heard more often than any other phrase in existence, including "Why won't the gas pump?" was "I need a rose and some Chore." Rose meaning the little roses in a little glass tube, and of course, Chore Boy. I would sell literally dozens of these. On a 6 hour shift, I'd sell easily 30. It was just sick to me, first chance I had I got the hell out of that job.
We tried to get the owners to stop stocking them, cause I just felt like such a lowlife selling them. But... the owners were very much "Anything for a buck" types.
When I was 15, my first job was as a bus boy in a suburban French bistro. The first week on the job, the health inspector came in and after finding congealed crud in the dishwasher, turned to me and asked with great annoyance, "Don't you guys have a Chore Boy?" I replied (sincerely; I had never heard the term), "Yeah: me." I got yelled at for being flippant with the health inspector, and it was probably three weeks before I figured out why.
A friend of mine is a police officer and responded to a call in which a homeless dude had been keeping his stuff in one of the student supply lockers at the art school. As they were going through it this guy's locker of bizarre crap(porn printed off the school's computers, various sex, ah, toys, etc.) they found a wad of Chore Boy which my friend labeled as "drug paraphernalia."
Art Professor: How is THAT drug paraphernalia? Officer Friend: Well, they use it as a screen for smoking crack. Art Professor: Man, crime sure has changed since I was doing it...
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Date: 2010-10-29 03:48 am (UTC)I replied (sincerely; I had never heard the term), "Yeah: me."
I got yelled at for being flippant with the health inspector, and it was probably three weeks before I figured out why.
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Date: 2010-10-29 03:17 pm (UTC)Art Professor: How is THAT drug paraphernalia?
Officer Friend: Well, they use it as a screen for smoking crack.
Art Professor: Man, crime sure has changed since I was doing it...