The Only Sixteen Years He Should Be Getting Is In Jail
I am sixteen, working at my first ever job. A middle-aged dude with his son keeps hitting on me and trying to buy me chocolate and get my number.
Me: “Sir, I am sixteen.”
Customer: “Who cares?”
I excused myself and hid in the back until he was gone. Ew!
Question of the Week
Tell us your story about a customer who couldn't understand the most simple concept.
