Unfiltered Story #159883

, , | Unfiltered | August 4, 2019

(This story takes place when my mom was in her early 20’s and working as a waitress to support her family. She lives in a small town where everyone knows everyone. As she is walking by, one of her regular customers whistles her over.)

Mom: Yes?

Customer: What time do you get off?

Mom: *Assuming he means work* I get off around 11, why?

Customer: *Big smug grin* Oh, really? Wow, you sure do plan ahead. I don’t even know when *I’m* going to “get off” tonight. *Lecherous wink*

(She was very careful with her wording after that.)