Gross old men

[nicegirl]

Oh my god, I read this to my husband and we both proceeded to pee our pants laughing

me three! and i choked on my diet coke and pizza!

[Becks]

What's worse than a perverted (old) man? One with a wife who lets him get away with saying such things...IN FRONT OF HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And what's worse than that? A wife that blames you for her husband's inappropriate behaviour. That's the one that always p*sses me off! You've got this dirty old man leering at you and making inappropriate remarks, which is bad enough, but now you have to deal with his bitter old battle-ax of a wife acting like you are the whore of Babylon, luring her innocent husband with your hussy-like whiles.

I HATE women like that. If your husband is so prone to having young women fall at his feet, maybe you should leave him at home.

Honestly.

[friendofjimmyk]

Okay, this isn't a story per say but it made me think of something.

Stories like these are why I worry about the car hops at Sonic. Every time I go there I see those cute little 16-17 year old girls on roller skates and have horrible thoughts of some creep pulling one of them into a van and speeding off.

My husband says I have way too much "Mothering Instinct".

I have thought the same thing! It's terrible. They have spots where people can park that are too far away from the store for anyone to see...Maybe it is the mothering instinct

[Talon]

This wasn't at a job, but it was two creepy, nasty gross old men.

I was working out at the gym in college, doing my circuit, when two really old nasty farts came into the gym. I had my headphones on and was concentrating, so I was ignoring them, until I noticed that the guys were regularly on the machine right next to me. I have pretty good peripheral vision, and turned down the headphones so I could hear them, while they didn't realize I was aware of them. They were following me around, hoofing each other into a testosterone frenzy. They were just hopping onto the machines and lifting whatever I had been doing and jeering about how much stronger they were than the "little lady".

Well, that was easy enough to fix. The next machine exercised inner thigh, where you put your legs in the little stirrups, pushed them apart, and pulled them back together, so I did that exercise (ignoring the commentary), and when I hopped off the machine, idly reached down and cranked the weight up about fifteen levels (from about 100 pounds to somewhere in the range of 350). They didn't notice this quick movement, so first old fart jumped onto the machine, started to push with his usual gusto, and promptly fell off the machine, grabbing at his nuts and screaming. I found out later that apparently, something herniated that I wasn't aware could herniate. Oops? Guess that's why you're supposed to check your weights before you start...

It's official Mysty, you're my hero

Naturally I'm guessing Mr. Herniated-Crotch tried to sue the gym?

[XCashier]

They didn't notice this quick movement, so first old fart jumped onto the machine, started to push with his usual gusto, and promptly fell off the machine, grabbing at his nuts and screaming. I found out later that apparently, something herniated that I wasn't aware could herniate. Oops? Guess that's why you're supposed to check your weights before you start...

That was too brilliant, Mysty! Hopefully, it taught those old pigs a good lesson.

[amarisse]

today i had a customer wanting to return tehe new polygrip saying it doesnt work as well as the old did. he dcides that he needs to REMOVE his entire denture plate and show me what the old one looked like.

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

I got another dirty old man story...this one involved my girlfriend (yes, I do date co-workers )

She had a guy come up to her and ask her where the hand lotion was. He had really groaty dry skin and was rolling up his sleeves and showing her his dry skin and telling her "who'd want to date a man who has hands like this?"

She told him she normally uses a lotion that has shea butter in it. He got all wierd and saying stuff like "oooh, shea lady!" or something like that and tried to start grinding on her or something.

Not surprisingly, she was uber-grossed out. I wish I had been there to see it.

[Luna]

ALL the time. *sigh*

I think the worst was this guy that would buy hundreds of dollars of CDs at Borders. I was 18, my first job. I led a pretty sheltered life as far as meeting with the general public.

First he was nice, and was completely dumbfounded that I knew so very much about Jazz, Classics, & namely Big Band. Soon he would only shop when I was there. I would be called away from break to help him b/c he didn't want anyone else. Then he'd start calling the store just to talk to me. Then when he'd come in, he'd want to give me a hug.

I had made casual complaints to my manager at the time and was told to deal with it b/c he spends a lot of money. "He's harmless". "Stop being a drama queen." So I dealt with it.

Then he tried to kiss me next time he came in. I was putting security cases on the CDs. He had walked into the department, come up behind me, hugged me tight and planted a big wet smooch on my face. I pushed him away and he asked is that anyway to treat a customer. I refused to help him. He called the SM, and complained about me!

She was a bitch. She actually told me she'd write me up if I didn't help him. The next week, he came in all smiles. Then he asked me if I wanted to come over and listen to all his Jazz albums b/c his wife wasn't going to be there.

I ran out of the department. I talked to another co-worker and she freaked and told me to call HR. (I was 18, had no idea there were people you could go above to for help.) Suddenly, the other managers treated me with respect, and that customer wasn't allowed to shop in the store when I was working.

I was also promoted a couple months later.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

Your SM should have been fired, or seriously made to do some training at the very least. What, did she think she was your pimp or something?

[LostMyMind]

Some manager actually believe and walk the creed of "service the customers" literally. And yes, they should be fired or "service" them themselves.

[protege]

Our 3rd party equipment tech was a bit of a perv. How do I know this? Whenever the boss was away, and he'd come in to check on things, he would tell us stories about his drunken encounters involving 18 or 19-year-old females. Nevermind that he's pushing 50, looks like he's been hit by a bus, and bought a BMW simply to attract girls

That's what made me nearly hurl. I mean, some of the things he was telling us, I *really* didn't want to know.

While I'm at it, he would also annoy our female interns. He wasn't overtly rude with them, but just wouldn't leave them alone! He would find out when they were working, and try to "stop by" when they were in. Eventually, I had to send them out on "errands" just to spare them from him.

Things didn't stop there though. When he found out one of the girls, "Beth" had been dumped by her boyfriend, he said some things that he probably shouldn't have--he was going on about how "stacked" she was, and how he "wanted to nail her"

Are you effing kidding me? Yes, Beth was cute, and *very* sweet. However, that didn't give him the right to act like that. Good thing we no longer get our equipment serviced by that bastard.

[dragonflygrrl]

I'm not sure if this qualifies or not, but I have this one customer that is starting to be a problem. He is probably in his forties or fifties, and is mentally retarded. I am used to dealing with this, since a good friend of our family runs a group home for mentally delayed and handicapped children, so when he first started coming in I had no problem helping him. Soon, he started calling ahead to make sure I would be there to help him. I didn't mind that, since I know how challenging it can be for people like him to find a sympathetic person in a store. Eventually it evolved to him bringing me a bottle of pop to thank me for helping him. I thought that was sweet, but now he comes in at least once a week, bottle of pop in hand, even when he doesn't need anything for his phone, and will just kind of sit there and stare at me. Also, he will call with an obviously made-up question at least once or twice a day, and refuse to talk to anyone else. I hate to say anything to him, or to his conservator, because I know he doesn't understand that his behaviour is socially unacceptable, but I also can't have him taking up my time in the store when I could be helping actual customers.

[Tria]

Good thing we no longer get our equipment serviced by that bastard.

Um.... *Holds back giggles* Nice choice of words there. But yeah, he was sleeze.

[protege]

Um.... *Holds back giggles* Nice choice of words there. But yeah, he was sleeze.

LOL I was wondering if anyone noticed that

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

LOL I was wondering if anyone noticed that

Ummm, yes. Good thing you got him out of there before he serviced anything else.