Hey there. I have not one, but two stories of creepy guys hitting on me today at the grocery store. First one:
Guy comes up to my line and winks at me. I notice him staring at my chest and I say, 'I hope you're reading my nametag.' He leans in and whispers, 'You got somebody, honey?'
I smile and say, 'Yes. He's a wrestler, and he's very jealous.'
(NOTE: This is true. My boyfriend actually does wrestle, and he can pick me up. Keep in mind from my last sucky post, I'm over 200 pounds.)
Guy got the hint and left me alone.
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For any of you who follow sports, you'd know that the Philadelphia Eagles are going to the championship game. Having moved to Austin from Pennsylvania, I have been a lifelong fan of this team. My store says that as long as you keep in dress code and keep your nametag on, you can wear a team jersey to work.
I get a guy in my line saying 'Hey, what are you doing wearing that jersey? This is COWBOY territory!'
I know he's joking around, so I joke back, 'Then why aren't you guys in the playoffs? Hmmmm....' He laughs it off and I check him through. He leaves my line, a few customers later, he comes up behinds me and grabs my ass.
No.
Before I could do anything, he had already left the store. Jerk.
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My boyfriend and I are actually long-distance, he's in Ohio, I'm in Texas. However, his is in the process of preparing to move to Austin. So, I hope that while he's here these guys'll think twice about making a move.
Guy comes up to my line and winks at me. I notice him staring at my chest and I say, 'I hope you're reading my nametag.' He leans in and whispers, 'You got somebody, honey?'
I smile and say, 'Yes. He's a wrestler, and he's very jealous.'
(NOTE: This is true. My boyfriend actually does wrestle, and he can pick me up. Keep in mind from my last sucky post, I'm over 200 pounds.)
Guy got the hint and left me alone.
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For any of you who follow sports, you'd know that the Philadelphia Eagles are going to the championship game. Having moved to Austin from Pennsylvania, I have been a lifelong fan of this team. My store says that as long as you keep in dress code and keep your nametag on, you can wear a team jersey to work.
I get a guy in my line saying 'Hey, what are you doing wearing that jersey? This is COWBOY territory!'
I know he's joking around, so I joke back, 'Then why aren't you guys in the playoffs? Hmmmm....' He laughs it off and I check him through. He leaves my line, a few customers later, he comes up behinds me and grabs my ass.
No.

Before I could do anything, he had already left the store. Jerk.
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My boyfriend and I are actually long-distance, he's in Ohio, I'm in Texas. However, his is in the process of preparing to move to Austin. So, I hope that while he's here these guys'll think twice about making a move.
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