Hello, all... i am kinda new here, mostly i have been lurking... so be gentle with me... 
Quick Background...I work for a popular bookstore chain in the cafe serving Starbucks... (though we are NOT starbucks, we just serve their snarfing products). Also, I am kind of busty. It's not a secret, dammit, I know I am pretty busty, for chrissakes they have been with me for the last 15 years. Usually I am wearing some kind of frumpy giant shirt because I don't care too much about work, and I just want to be comfy and then go home..... but this day was a little nicer, and I wore a nice shirt and my black collared work shirt over the top, unbuttoned to show my nice tank-top underneath. I KNOW how to dress myself tactfully, and it was not indecent by any stretch of the imagination. Also important to note is that I have a tattoo on my chest. I realize this calls attention to my chest, but hey, i can be sexy without expecting outright lewdness.
The other day I opened the store, and my help was late, so it was all me... I am feeling pretty and in a decent mood. The very first customer is a seedy looking older guy, probably in his early 50's, skinny, weasly looking with little glasses and longish hair, a bald spot on top. he comes right up to the counter and he does a double take at me as he asks for his coffee. Then he starts talking....
HIM:"Wow, that's a nice tattoo!"
Me: (eye-roll) "thanks" (thinking to myself, now i know exactly where you are looking)
Him: "Well, i guess if you got it you gotta flaunt it, huh?"
Me: "heh. heh" (this in a very noncommittal laugh. i don't feel i am "flaunting" anything i am simply wearing a nice looking tank top.)
Him: "Just letting them all hang out there, huh?"
Me: "..." (staring at him thinking, why are you still talking?)
Him: "My hands are really cold, you think i could warm them up in there?"
Me: (jaw drop... stare of death.... quickly trying to think of a way to tell him to go to hell without losing my job, and failing)
Him: "uh, yep, pretty chilly out today...uh... thanks!" grabs coffee and runs from my death-glare...
at least he seemed to realize that that last line was pretty stupid.......

Quick Background...I work for a popular bookstore chain in the cafe serving Starbucks... (though we are NOT starbucks, we just serve their snarfing products). Also, I am kind of busty. It's not a secret, dammit, I know I am pretty busty, for chrissakes they have been with me for the last 15 years. Usually I am wearing some kind of frumpy giant shirt because I don't care too much about work, and I just want to be comfy and then go home..... but this day was a little nicer, and I wore a nice shirt and my black collared work shirt over the top, unbuttoned to show my nice tank-top underneath. I KNOW how to dress myself tactfully, and it was not indecent by any stretch of the imagination. Also important to note is that I have a tattoo on my chest. I realize this calls attention to my chest, but hey, i can be sexy without expecting outright lewdness.
The other day I opened the store, and my help was late, so it was all me... I am feeling pretty and in a decent mood. The very first customer is a seedy looking older guy, probably in his early 50's, skinny, weasly looking with little glasses and longish hair, a bald spot on top. he comes right up to the counter and he does a double take at me as he asks for his coffee. Then he starts talking....
HIM:"Wow, that's a nice tattoo!"
Me: (eye-roll) "thanks" (thinking to myself, now i know exactly where you are looking)
Him: "Well, i guess if you got it you gotta flaunt it, huh?"
Me: "heh. heh" (this in a very noncommittal laugh. i don't feel i am "flaunting" anything i am simply wearing a nice looking tank top.)
Him: "Just letting them all hang out there, huh?"
Me: "..." (staring at him thinking, why are you still talking?)
Him: "My hands are really cold, you think i could warm them up in there?"
Me: (jaw drop... stare of death.... quickly trying to think of a way to tell him to go to hell without losing my job, and failing)
Him: "uh, yep, pretty chilly out today...uh... thanks!" grabs coffee and runs from my death-glare...
at least he seemed to realize that that last line was pretty stupid.......
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