He waited for fifteen minutes with the gathering crowd that wanted to pick up or order parts. The big girl with the watermelon tits from the front counter who called him "Sweetie" was on her way back from the bathroom. He asked her if the parts department was open so he could find out where his helmet was.
She walked back behind the counter looking for the helmet, and into the room where we stock parts. She turned the corner, and down at the end of the aisle where we stock the helmets and empty boxes from the display helmets, Baby Hitler had made himself a little fort out of helmet boxes. As she got further into the room, Tits Ahoy heard Baby Hitler speaking softly.
"I like that. It's making me really hard. Are your panties wet? because my dick is so hard right now. If you were here right now, I would take you in the back room and fuck you good."
Tits Ahoy realized Baby Hitler was having phone sex and whacking off. Tits Ahoy turned to leave and her tits knocked a bunch of helmets over and Baby Hitler jerked up, and started wiping off and zipping closed.
"Oh shit, I gotta go," Baby Hitler slammed the phone down, adjusted his jeans so he was a bit more comfortable, and came running over to where Tits was, asking her what the fuck happened.
"I was distracted and not paying any attention and knocked over the stack of helmets. What were you doing back there?"
Baby Hitler told Tits Ahoy that he wasn’t doing what she thought he was doing, whatever that was. His face was three shades of beet.
"Whatever," said Tits, and walked off.
Baby Hitler spent the rest of the day asking Tits Ahoy what she thought she heard and begging her not to tell anyone. She ran and told the Rhino about Baby Hitler whacking off in the parts department, so everyone knew by closing time.
So that's what's happening to all the paper towels.