This Is Wrong On So Many Levels

When I was twenty years old, I was a server at a sports bar. When it was slow, the men that would come in and sit at the bar would often start conversations with me. One of them was talking about his daughter.

Customer: “She had to go to medical school to get a good job because she’s not pretty enough to make money off tips like you do.”

I just called him a weirdo and walked away, but that moment — and many other moments from that job — made me so disgusted by men.