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John stumbled backward, tripping over his own feet. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Johnson!" he stuttered. "I'll just...uh...get someone else to help you."

John let out a sigh of relief. It was just a stocking issue. He carefully opened the door and peeked inside. the lingerie salesman s worst nightmare new

But despite his expertise, John had one major flaw: he was terrified of accidentally walking in on a customer in the dressing room. He had heard horror stories from other sales associates about finding a customer in a compromising position, and he had always taken great care to avoid such situations. John stumbled backward, tripping over his own feet

Mrs. Johnson spun around, her face bright red with embarrassment. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, grabbing a nearby robe to cover herself. "I'll just

John's heart sank. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should just pretend he didn't hear the voice. But his professional instincts kicked in, and he slowly made his way to the dressing room.

As he was restocking the shelves, he received a call from one of the dressing rooms. "Um, excuse me?" a timid voice said. "I think I need some help in here."