What do you do when...

So I haven't written in awhile, so I figure a good opener for such an occasion is a good story, so here ya go:

So I work at a kids store in a tourist town, and I've just had one of the longest, worst-people kind of days in retail. I was tired, my manager was tired, and we were ready to close three hours early because we couldn't stand another minute of the monotony or the rudeness of the people who inconsiderately kept destroying the store, or letting their kids do so.

A woman came in frantically and threw a girl's outfit on the counter and looked at me with a look of concern, "I am so sorry, but can  I leave this with you for a minute? I left my money in the car! I'll be right back. Like 5 minutes tops, ok?" she said, carting her mom-purse and 6-month-old daughter out of the store. I hold the outfit for awhile, practically forgetting about it when an amazingly gorgeous man... not man--Adonis-- walks into the store just as the sun hits the store windows perfectly. He looks around as if for a familiar or friendly face and finds me, walking over to me with hands full of bags, "Excuse me," he begins in an Irish accent, "Apparently I'm supposed to pay for something." He says with slight gruffness.

"Oh, um... the hold?" I giggle stupidly, "I mean, the little girl outfit?"
He nods as he tosses his bags onto the counter and pulls out his wallet. I can vaguely smell ocean water, and I realize he is completely wet. I try not to notice... "um, good day?"
"Oh, ya. 'Was gorgeous." He seriously shakes his hair and looks like a model. I look away as I start to blush, not able to look at a good looking man that is wet... in a kids store. *Breathe!*
I breathe, "Oh yes, very pretty out." I happily pat myself on the back mentally for speaking calmly. Then after he pays, and I think I'm safe from his gorgeousness and charm, he starts removing his shoes, and pulls out a shirt from one of his bags. He looks around and then back to me, "Hey do you mind terribly if I change really quick? I'm soaked." And then he proceeds to remove his shirt... I couldn't be kidding if I tried.

I could feel the redness fill my cheeks as I do my absolute best not to giggle like an idiot, or stare aimlessly at his perfectly chiseled body. And when I catch myself staring open-mouthed at the random Irish stranger de-clothing in front of me in the middle of a KIDS store, I quickly say, "Um, what's that Deena?" and I turn around, trying to look busy as he finishes putting his new clothes on. My boss comes up and stares at the man in confusion and then back to me.
"THanks!" The stranger says as he leaves.

My boss smiles with confusion, "Um, was that man just changing his shirt in front of you?"
"YUP..."
She nods, "And how did that happen? He just started removing his clothes?"
I nod, no longer able to contain the laughter or huge grin, "Just started removing his clothes."
She laughed, "Well that helps to end the day in a positive way."

This is a true story, by the way! :D Hope you enjoyed... I know I did. Hmmmmmmmm :)