I am standing by the door, doing my thang, and a man in his early fifties comes in. I say 'hello', he looks me up and down, very slowly, fixating on my chest as he walks by, grinning.
Ten minutes later he walks back out, I say 'thanks, goodbye' and he stops dead, stares at my chest and says 'You're a VERY lovely girl, aren't you' in a very creepy tone.
Nothing about that uniform is attractive.
Ten minutes later he walks back out, I say 'thanks, goodbye' and he stops dead, stares at my chest and says 'You're a VERY lovely girl, aren't you' in a very creepy tone.
Nothing about that uniform is attractive.
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