Picture if you will, a greasy 50 year old surfer looking guy in a bright pink t-shirt, Birkenstocks with socks, and cut off shorts. Oh and a big shell medallion around his neck.
Me: Hi there How can I help you?
Creepy Guy: I'd like to buy you breakfast. *grins*
Me: *pause. Eye Bug* Uh...What?
CG: I'd like to buy you breakfast
Me: *Big fake smile* No thank you.
CG: No breakfast today? Then perhaps..tomorrow morning? *sleezy smile*
Me: *Flashes wedding ring* Not interested. Would you like an admission?
CG: *noticing people going downstairs to an event* What's going on?
Me: There is a memorial going on.
CG: For a dead person?
Me: ... yes
CG: You know...I should crash that...get me one of them young grieving widows. Because I'm not as old as I feel..if you understand that *sleezy smile*.
Me:...I would REALLY not advise that, sir.
CG: Obviously you've never seen Wedding Crashers.
Me: *Fighting VERY hard not to glare at him*
So he wanders away from my desk then comes back later.
CG: You know Chivalry is dead.
Me: *blank stare*
CG: A woman should jump at any chance for a free breakfast.
Me: *change that now to an angry stare*
CG: Its the polite thing to do. I'm only doing you a favor.
Me: Not....Hungry. *thinking "do not set patron on fire do not set patron on fire". Its probably reading on my face by now.*
CG: Whatever then.
Me: *puts hand on walkie-talkie getting ready to call security. Its either that or I go to jail for beating him with my chair*
CG:Opens his mouth to speak but probably registered that I wanted to set him on fire. He leaves quickly*
It took a long shower to wash his sleeze off me.
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