Ham triggered by a "pornographic" poster So I went into a Kinkos (place you make copies, get things laminated, etc) to have one of my posters laminated. I was really excited, I'd been waiting for it for a while, and could not wait to see it done. I didn't want to get fingerprints of it because it would easily show, so I kept it in the wrapping as much as I could. I got waited on by some middle aged, 5'5", 270+ couch bison.  Feeling good I walked up with a smile, even said hello, but was greeted with more a grunt than anything. I said I wanted to get my poster laminated, and she actually rolled her eyes, and said "fine let's see it". It took a couple minutes to get it out since I had left all the wrapping on it. But when I finally got it out, you could see the disgust burn in her eyes.  "Sir, we don't laminate pornographic material here." Obviously I was stunned. "Porn? It's a James Bond poster." At first I was more stunned then angry, but it didn't take long for that to change.  "It's still pornography. We don't do that here." I could hear the "REEEE!" behind her voice. "I want to speak with your manager." She gave a snide look. "I told you our policy, sir!" Her voice picked up, and by this time someone came on over, who happened to be the manager. "Something I can help you with sir?" He took on an aggressive tone, but given how angry it was, it would be easy to misread the situation. "I have a poster I want laminated. Your employee..." "It's porn David! I told him we don't do that here! It's disgusting!" By this time most of the store had started looking over. The poster had rolled up, and he warily opened it back up. But the aggression he'd shown me quickly zeroed in on her. "I am terribly sorry sir. We can do this for you right away. When can you pick it up?" The look on the couchbison's face was priceless. All the blood drained from her face. She started to speak up, but he gave her what I classify as a death glare. "Leave. Now." I heard a kind of 'hmph' from her as she waddled towards the back of the store. After getting my information, I simply waved at her, and left.  The next day I came to pick it up, the manager was there and served me. I saw no signs of the couch bison.  He apologized several times, did not charge me for the lamination, and even gave me credit for another one since he saw on the record I've had several posters laminated in the past. So now I bet you're wondering what it looked like, right? Well let me show you what all the fuss was about. This, dear shit lords and ladies, is the Porn. Disgusting, right?