The Holidays Are Creeping Up On You

, , , , , , | Working | December 22, 2020

I am leaving my job at the local mall at sunset and my male friend is walking me to my car. When he walks ahead to get something from his car, I notice someone standing under the nearby street light. It is a rather scruffy-looking guy and, being a 108-pound female, I don’t want to stay near him very long. I go up to my friend.

Me: “Could you please walk me back to the car? I’m a little scared.”

Friend: “Why?”

I point the guy out. My friend shouts at him to get lost and I get into my car to drive away. The next morning when I come back, I see him STILL THERE UNDER THE SAME STREET LIGHT. He doesn’t look any less threatening in the daylight, either.

Because he is only about forty yards away and staring in my direction, I don’t get out of the car until several more cars have arrived, and even then I take the long way around. My boss is very irritated because Christmas is coming up and we are short-staffed.

Boss: “You’re late. I’ll have to write you up.”

Me: *Explains the story* “Ask [Friend].”

Boss: *Fed up* “I really don’t care right now. Just get to work. Consider this a warning: if you can’t get out of your car and walk an eighty-second walk to the front doors, maybe you should consider employment somewhere else.”

While the creepy guy isn’t there when I leave that night, he is there four days later, staring from across the parking lot. I am not sure if his anger was directed at me this time because there are quite a number of shoppers present, but I don’t dare leave the store on my break.

When that happens, my boss comes up to me and tells me that I need to go and have lunch because I’ll be breaking the rules if I don’t.

Me: “The creepy guy was out there this morning; I’m too scared.”

Boss: *Flippantly* “For goodness’ sake, we have cameras here! It’s a mall! Nothing bad is going to happen. You’re on thin ice right now, [My Name]. Stop making a mountain out of a molehill.”

I had my lunch and came back. When my friend walked me back to my car, the creepy guy was back at the same spot, only a lot closer to my car. When I drove out, he turned his head to look at me as I left. I didn’t see him after that, although I was too paranoid to leave the house that Christmas.

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He Knows They Can Give His Number To The Police, Right?

, , , | Right | December 18, 2020

I am a teenage girl. It is after closing time, which is ten pm, and we get a phone call.

Me: “Thank you for calling [Restaurant]; my name is [My Name]. How can I help you?”

Caller: “Yes, hi, I’d like to place carryout.”

This customer is slurring their words.

Me: “I’m so sorry, but we closed about ten minutes ago.”

Caller: “Oh… shooooooot! Okay! Well, then, I want this for tomorrow. I want half for eleven am and the other half at like… six?”

Me: “Okay, what can I get for you?”

I start making their order. They have me spell EVERYTHING, insulting whoever is yelling in the background on their end.

Caller: “Sorry, my son is [disabled slur] and won’t shut the f*** up.”

At this point, I’m behind on my closing duties. I ask for a name and phone number for the order.

Caller: “Absolutely beautiful. My name is [Caller] and the phone number is [phone number]. Now I have a question for you.”

Me: “Happy to help. What can I do for you?”

Caller: “Do you ever give out your personal phone number? Because your voice is getting me… excited.”

I slam the phone down and cancel the order. I begin sobbing uncontrollably. They call again, but my manager picks up the phone and threatens to call the police if they call again. He writes their phone number down as well as the number on the caller ID.

Manager: “Just letting you know, I listened to that phone call. You handled that phone call really well. I’m so proud of you. You deserve a lot of credit for that. They shouldn’t be calling back, because I threatened to call the police and charge them for harassing an underage girl.

Me: “I don’t want to leave by myself.”

Manager: “That’s fine; I get it. You can hang out with me in the office until my work is done.”

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We Are So Here For Women Supporting Women

, , , , , , , | Friendly | December 16, 2020

I go out to the city to see a live performance of one of my favorite podcasts. I take the train as it is a short walk from the station to the venue and easier than trying to find parking or deal with traffic. It is April, and it gets downright cold by the time the show lets out around 9:00 pm, so I decide to cut through a mall as it will be the same distance but warmer.

I notice a man entering the mall right behind me and I realize after a few minutes that he is staying the same distance behind me and following my roundabout window-shopping route. I am a fairly short woman; most men would have passed me already.

I start to get nervous, so when I walk past the hotel that is attached to the mall, I go up to the hostess in the hotel restaurant.

Me: “I’m being followed. Could I please sit an empty table here for a bit?”

The hostess immediately sat me at a table within her line of sight, brought me soda, and had a waitress come sit with me. The waitress made a big deal about seeing me, greeting me like an old friend, and giving me a big hug.

The man stopped right outside of the hotel lobby and hung around for about twenty minutes before moving on. The hostess called mall security, but he was gone by the time they arrived. 

So I wouldn’t miss my train, now the last train of the night, someone from the hotel desk staff walked me to the station. He was going to wait with me, but when we got there, I ran into friends who just happened by in the city and would be taking the same train. Satisfied I was safe, the hotel staff member left me with them and headed home. 

I am so grateful to the hostess and her coworkers who were willing to do that for me. If it hadn’t been for them, it would have been a much scarier situation than it already was, but thanks to them, I made it home safe and sound.


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Would They Like To Kiss Their Cellmate Tonight, Too?!

, , , , | Right | December 10, 2020

I am waiting on three women at the bar who have racked up quite the bill on just greyhounds alone, and they are starting to get a little rowdy. Some of their friends come in later and sit at a table, but they order a bottle of wine from me at the bar. I have to come around the bar to do the wine service.

As I’m opening the wine, I feel someone pulling the strap of my dress down and then kissing my shoulder where I have a tattoo. I look behind me, and there’s one of the bar customers jumping up and down, shouting to her friends. 

Customer: “I kissed it! I kissed it!”

I stood there horrified as her friends just laughed. I then quickly ran back to the safety of my bar.

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When You’re Not Capable Of Tact(ile)

, , , , | Right | December 10, 2020

I am serving a really obnoxious table of regulars. One woman orders a small carafe of wine. As I am pouring her wine, her husband reaches up and tickles my armpit!

I think I am in complete shock, because instead of actual words, I just let out a cat-like hiss and pull my arm back.

My boss sees the whole thing.

Me: “Don’t ever give me that table again, because I will poison them.”

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