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This happened a few days ago.. I told Mytical about it...
It was fairly quiet in the store, there was only me and one other woman on the tills. Up came this bloke, 50-ish, pomaded hair, gold jewellery, bit of a strut in the walk.... and put a can of soft drink on the counter, which I rang through. As he took his change, he looked at the little screen which shows who's serving, and commented on my name (my name is quite unusual in the UK) I just gave my usual smile and said goodbye.
A few minutes he was back again, with some potato crisps. This time he lingered a while (no queue) and started saying how nice it was to meet a friendly cashier, I had a nice smile, how long had I worked for the store? etc. Still nothing to get uneasy about as such... then another customer turned up and off he went.
Five minutes pass, he's back again. With a bar of chocolate. What kind of hours did I work? Was I going to be here till the shop closed? What kind of plans did I have for the evening? I just carried on putting the money in the till. Finally he asked was I married? Single? Seeing anyone?
I gave him back his change and receipt, saying I didn't discuss my private life at work. At which point he leaned in close (almost overpowering me with the smell of nasty cheap aftershave) and sort of leered, saying, "I bet I could give you a private life worth discussing...."
I just kind of recoiled.... Thankfully another customer, a lady who's quite a regular, came up at that moment and greeted me, and he went away. After serving the other customer, I signed out and went to find the supervisor, C, and asked could I please go and do something else for a while in case he came back again. C sent me to price stock in the back room and said he'd look for the creepy guy, but couldn't see him... Hopefully he was just passing through and not local.
Got my gentle giant
Why would I want 'God's gift to women' (as the tattoo on your arm proclaimed you to be) ?
It was fairly quiet in the store, there was only me and one other woman on the tills. Up came this bloke, 50-ish, pomaded hair, gold jewellery, bit of a strut in the walk.... and put a can of soft drink on the counter, which I rang through. As he took his change, he looked at the little screen which shows who's serving, and commented on my name (my name is quite unusual in the UK) I just gave my usual smile and said goodbye.
A few minutes he was back again, with some potato crisps. This time he lingered a while (no queue) and started saying how nice it was to meet a friendly cashier, I had a nice smile, how long had I worked for the store? etc. Still nothing to get uneasy about as such... then another customer turned up and off he went.
Five minutes pass, he's back again. With a bar of chocolate. What kind of hours did I work? Was I going to be here till the shop closed? What kind of plans did I have for the evening? I just carried on putting the money in the till. Finally he asked was I married? Single? Seeing anyone?
I gave him back his change and receipt, saying I didn't discuss my private life at work. At which point he leaned in close (almost overpowering me with the smell of nasty cheap aftershave) and sort of leered, saying, "I bet I could give you a private life worth discussing...."
I just kind of recoiled.... Thankfully another customer, a lady who's quite a regular, came up at that moment and greeted me, and he went away. After serving the other customer, I signed out and went to find the supervisor, C, and asked could I please go and do something else for a while in case he came back again. C sent me to price stock in the back room and said he'd look for the creepy guy, but couldn't see him... Hopefully he was just passing through and not local.
Got my gentle giant
Why would I want 'God's gift to women' (as the tattoo on your arm proclaimed you to be) ?
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
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