Today I worked from 7am to 1pm. That part was ok, I survived. The crappy part was that I got harassed at the very end of my shift. This guy walks up to me probably late 20's and wants to know where the walkmans are. That's right, walkmans. So I show him and he gets cranky that we only have two different kinds. He says he likes tapes because they don't scratch. Anyways, suddenly he says, " Now don't slap me when I say this, but you have a really nice ass. They look really good in your khakis." I'm sure all I did was just look at him with a strange expression on my face, and I think i said "ok." So I'm trying to get away from him, but he keeps asking more questions. Finally he starts to walk away, but quickly turns around and whispers to me.."Oh you see that girl?" (Points to my co-worker Kari) "Now she doesn't' have a nice ass like you do." I'm totally floored at this point, so he starts walking away again and walks past the electronics counter and loudly says "I wonder if someone can check me out here?" Sigh..Since no one else is around, that would have to be me. So of course he stands at the counter opposite that of the register so my back is too him while im ringing his stuff up. While I'm doing this I'm super paranoid and self conscious so i was trying to find some way to twist my self so my back wasn't facing him. When I'm done checking him, I'm basically done with my shift and race up front. There I found out I wasn't the only one being bothered. I guess when he first walked into the store, he went to the customer service counter and pulled two beers out of some bag he had and asked if Matt (the dude at the service counter) could hold them for him. Strange. So I got the hell out of there, and on the way home at stopped at the Home Depot (Justin works there) and told him. That's when Justin said "well did you tell your manager?" Umm well, totally forgot about that part. It would have been quite satisfying to get him get escorted out.
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Good lord! Where do you work?! Through my time at Hallmark, I came up with the word "skeezy." I saw this nasty guy hitting on me and I thought, "This guy is sketchy. This guy is sleazy. This guy is skeezy!" Next time, definitely get the manager, definitely raise your voice (and repeat what he's said such as "I don't feel comfortable with you commenting on my body!"), so other people can hear, and definitely tell him that you're married to a massive football player with an anger management problem (this may not be true, but it'll get the point across). Yikes. I hope he doesn't come back.
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