Just Can’t See What A Freakin’ Creep You’re Being

I recently took a job as an optician in the vision center of a retail giant. I was a cashier for several years prior, and I have experience ignoring creeps on the other side of a register, but where I work now, I have to get kind of up close and personal to take measurements.

Last week, I had a “gentleman” about forty years my senior come in for new glasses. I had the worst luck with this guy.

He had his exam, picked his frames, sat down in front of me, and would not stop trying to flirt with me.

Customer: “Ooh, what’s your middle name? Is it Jo? No… Laura? Lily?”

Me: “Not even close, sir. Now hold this up and look at the green light.”

Customer: “Amy? Jo? Ann? Elizabeth? Jo? Lucy?”

Yes, he guessed Jo multiple times.

Me: *As emotionless as possible* “Still not even close. Look straight at the bridge of my nose.”

Customer: “Ooh, you don’t have to tell me twice.”

Me: *As quickly as possible* “Your glasses will be in within a week. How are you paying?”

His glasses came in a couple of days later. Of course, I was the only free person when that gentleman came in, and I had to bite my tongue as he made more comments, this time to his buddy.

Customer: “This is the girl I told you about. She won’t tell me her middle name. Maybe she finds me creepy. Aww, she isn’t laughing. Guess she does find me creepy.”

A couple of days later, he called in, and again, I had the displeasure of being the only person available at the beginning of the call.

Customer: “Yeah… the measurements must be wrong. These are crap.”

Me: “Okay, well, let me see what my coworker says. I’m putting you on hold.”

I asked my coworker to finish the call, and he told the guy to come in and he’d see what could be done.

He (thankfully) came in while I was off, but he left a note with a fake name saying how he doesn’t like my attitude but loves two of my coworkers.

His WIFE told my manager the correct name as they left.