Flirting With Disaster, Part 5
I’m a young woman, working nights, stacking food onto a cart so I can stock. A guy comes up to me.
Customer: “What’s your name?”
I told him since it’s clearly visible on my name tag (and because I’m young and dumb at the time).
Customer: “Hi, [My Name]. Do you want me to be your man?”
Me: “No, thank you. I have a man.”
Customer: “And I have a woman. I can take care of you both.”
Me: “No, thank you.”
I take off to do my job. I don’t think much of it, as you get all sorts of weirdos during the night shift.
Three days later, a manager tells me there’s an ANGRY woman looking for me BY NAME.
Manager: “Apparently, you hit on her man?”
I didn’t wear my name badge for about three years after that.
Related:
Flirting With Disaster, Part 4
Flirting With Disaster, Part 3
Flirting With Disaster, Part 2
Flirting With Disaster
