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I realize that it's the 17th of November, and that Halloween, beloved holiday that it is, has come and gone, but this story is so cocked up I have to share it in the hopes that it brings amusement to someone, anyone.
First, a little backstory. I am a part time associate for a convenience store, but I used to be a full-time manager. I worked there for six years, and I got to know most of the regular customers pretty darn well. However, I was basically sick of pulling 15 hour shifts for crappy pay, working every single holiday, I was tired of waiting 2-3 hours for the next-shift manager to get their butts in on the next shift so I could go home and get some sleep. I basically wanted a career, and the convenience store just wasn't what I was looking for in a long-term position. So I quit, found another full time position as a bank teller, and then realized I couldn't make rent and my car payment with what I was making as a teller, so I went back to the store as a part time associate.
This does have bearing on my story, I promise.
Before I left, one of our regular customers, a man I will henceforth refer to as Big J, started hitting on me pretty regularly. Not to sound conceited, but when you've been in the customer service industry for 10+ years, as any female on this board can probably attest, being hit on is nothing new or rare. So it didn't bother me, even if Big J can be a pervert, twice my age easy, and has a son who is nearly my age. He was just having fun, and it wasn't anything overtly disgusting. Furthermore, if he had meant any of it, and tried acting on that intention...I'm a second degree black belt, and he's got bad knees.
Anyway; I quit for three months, and when I came back...Big J had gotten worse. I don't know if it's the lack of a woman in his life, or whathave you, but his commentary went from "Did anyone tell you you're hot?" to (after finding out the person I'm involved with has the same name as he) "Dump him for the night; if you call out the wrong name in bed, no one will know the difference!"
I had been putting up with all of this with much eye rolls and calling of his bluffs (the only thing that had changed was the intensity of the flirtation), and Halloween came 'round.
Now our assistant manager and I love Halloween; it's my favorite holiday, bar none. I love dressing up in clothes I don't normally get to wear, and it's all in good fun. Now a friend had hand-made me a kimono, and I decided to go as a geisha for the evening at work, and my asst. manager went as a witch. So Big J comes in the store, and he sees the asst. manager in her costume, which had a rather low neckline, especially compared to the t-shirts we're usually wearing as part of our uniform, and he makes an aside to me of "What's she supposed to be, a $2 prostitute?" I don't even bother to answer him, as it's just...so asinine. I walk away, head to my register, and start ringing up customers.
Compared to the AM's costume, mine lacked absolutely ANY sex appeal, considering that I was actually showing less skin that I would in a typical work-uniform. Aside from the fact that I was fully clothed underneath, just in case I had a gap in the front, the only skin you could see was neck up and my hands.
Big J comes up to my line and does his normal "You're kinda hot tonight" BS he pulls every stinkin' night, and then looks me up one side, and down the other, and I guess in keeping with his theme, says "So what are you supposed to be? A $3 prostitute?"
I looked him square in his eye, slammed my hand down on the counter, and say as indignantly and as loudly as possible "What? You're lucky I don't slap you upside your bald head!"
He can be a nice guy, but ye GODS, he needs a woman, because I'm starting to get creeped out by his advances!
First, a little backstory. I am a part time associate for a convenience store, but I used to be a full-time manager. I worked there for six years, and I got to know most of the regular customers pretty darn well. However, I was basically sick of pulling 15 hour shifts for crappy pay, working every single holiday, I was tired of waiting 2-3 hours for the next-shift manager to get their butts in on the next shift so I could go home and get some sleep. I basically wanted a career, and the convenience store just wasn't what I was looking for in a long-term position. So I quit, found another full time position as a bank teller, and then realized I couldn't make rent and my car payment with what I was making as a teller, so I went back to the store as a part time associate.
This does have bearing on my story, I promise.
Before I left, one of our regular customers, a man I will henceforth refer to as Big J, started hitting on me pretty regularly. Not to sound conceited, but when you've been in the customer service industry for 10+ years, as any female on this board can probably attest, being hit on is nothing new or rare. So it didn't bother me, even if Big J can be a pervert, twice my age easy, and has a son who is nearly my age. He was just having fun, and it wasn't anything overtly disgusting. Furthermore, if he had meant any of it, and tried acting on that intention...I'm a second degree black belt, and he's got bad knees.
Anyway; I quit for three months, and when I came back...Big J had gotten worse. I don't know if it's the lack of a woman in his life, or whathave you, but his commentary went from "Did anyone tell you you're hot?" to (after finding out the person I'm involved with has the same name as he) "Dump him for the night; if you call out the wrong name in bed, no one will know the difference!"
I had been putting up with all of this with much eye rolls and calling of his bluffs (the only thing that had changed was the intensity of the flirtation), and Halloween came 'round.
Now our assistant manager and I love Halloween; it's my favorite holiday, bar none. I love dressing up in clothes I don't normally get to wear, and it's all in good fun. Now a friend had hand-made me a kimono, and I decided to go as a geisha for the evening at work, and my asst. manager went as a witch. So Big J comes in the store, and he sees the asst. manager in her costume, which had a rather low neckline, especially compared to the t-shirts we're usually wearing as part of our uniform, and he makes an aside to me of "What's she supposed to be, a $2 prostitute?" I don't even bother to answer him, as it's just...so asinine. I walk away, head to my register, and start ringing up customers.
Compared to the AM's costume, mine lacked absolutely ANY sex appeal, considering that I was actually showing less skin that I would in a typical work-uniform. Aside from the fact that I was fully clothed underneath, just in case I had a gap in the front, the only skin you could see was neck up and my hands.
Big J comes up to my line and does his normal "You're kinda hot tonight" BS he pulls every stinkin' night, and then looks me up one side, and down the other, and I guess in keeping with his theme, says "So what are you supposed to be? A $3 prostitute?"
I looked him square in his eye, slammed my hand down on the counter, and say as indignantly and as loudly as possible "What? You're lucky I don't slap you upside your bald head!"
He can be a nice guy, but ye GODS, he needs a woman, because I'm starting to get creeped out by his advances!
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