I can tell you from experience that in lower-end retail, "work hot" usually applies to the guy that looks least like a molester.
I've worked in retail, but I don't know where the lines are that divide the lower, middle and upper ends. Regardless, I had a crush on my boss, 8 years my senior, and found out after I left that the feelings were mutual. So, yay, I look least like a child molester. However, after she was not my boss, I had lost interest. I should probably get that checked out on the therapist's couch? Or maybe the local S&M club?
Today I'm gonna recover from THE JESUS LIZARD! Thank you xanax. Prevacid, you're next. Ibuprofen, where are you? Tums, I might be seeing you soon. Then coffee. They rocked Portland last night. Just a little bummed I won't be seeing them in Seattle tonight. Also bummed that I couldn't get up front and get smacked around by David Yow a bit, or maybe have been spat upon. On the positive side, a very attractive young lady made me a savory crêpe at 3 AM. Also, earlier, bacon maple bars.