Unfiltered Story #232547

(I’m working at a public library. One patron approaches the front desk where I am currently sitting alone. Please note that I am 19 years old at this point while the patron looks like he is in his sixties.)

Patron: *slightly leaning over the counter with a smug grin on his face* I need to make a complaint.

Me: Oh no! What happened?

Patron: *grinning broadly* You stole my heart, sweety.

(He then walked away as if nothing happened. I laughed it off, but I still wish I had a good comeback. Seriously, that guy was almost old enough to be my grandfather!)