Unfiltered Story #189632

, , , | Unfiltered | March 14, 2020

(In 1973 my mother was a teenager working at a hotel restaurant. The hotel hosted a convention for [male-only organization known for wearing red hats] and was filled with a horde of entitled old men. They were very cheap, very drunk, and very destructive.
While at work one night, Mom went to the restroom. A group of men followed her into the ladies room and cornered her against a wall. Before they could do more than grope her a bit, a prostitute emerged from one of the stalls.)

Prostitute: “You don’t want that young thing. Come with me and I’ll show you a real good time.”

The men eagerly accepted her offer, leaving my mother alone.

Mom: (to prostitute) “Thank you!”

Prostitute: *winking* “Ain’t no thing, honey. It’s my job.”