The Only Number Needed Here Is The Harassment Hotline

(I’m a teenage girl working in a fast food restaurant and I have dealt with a lot of old guys hitting on me. It’s nothing new to me, but it’s still always creepy and unsettling nonetheless. It is pretty slow at work, and my male coworker and I are the only ones there until this guy walks in. He’s maybe fifty or sixty, so I go out to help him and, being the cheery person I am, I say with a smile:)

Me: “Hello, what can I get for you?”

Customer: “Well, what the f*** are you so d*** happy about?!”

(I am confused, but I just laugh and shrug it off.)

Me: “What can I get for you today?”

Customer: “Your number.” *winks*

(After that, I just took my gloves off and went into the back to get my coworker and had him help the guy, instead. He didn’t say much after that.)