The Fox Den

Today, Justice has been done. 

That creepy stalker came in today. But before he could make it inside the liquor store, I called in my security guard. (All my managers now know about this situation) I was so pumped up to yell at this guy and tell him to piss off!

So the creepy douche stalks around the main store for a while, watching me through the window (yes, there’s a window connecting the main grocery store and the liquor store). He’s just watching, stalking, waiting for all the other customers to leave. The guard and I are just waiting for him to walk in, we want blood.

So the guy walks in, stands around for a moment like he’s gonna buy something. Clearly he sees my guard standing at the door. After about a minute or two, he starts walking out. The guard follows him and stops him before he reaches the street (I have a perfect view of this, btw). He tells him, “HEY! That’s my wife in there, and she’s already told me you’ve been sexually harassing her for the past three days. If you keep it up, we’re gonna have problems. Don’t let me find out you’re still messing with her!” (he’s armed by the way.) And the guy tries to deny he’s ever spoken to me. At first I’m like,

But then I’m like,

Now I have the right to call the cops on this bastard! And the best part about this is the guard! He’s such a good friend to have stood up for me like that, as a concerned friend, not a paid security guard!

Ugh, I have this Stalker guy coming into my job and I’m just like 

And every time he comes in, he hits on my relentlessly. And I’m just sitting there being a good cashier, but in my head I’m like

And even after I tell him I have a husband, he keeps asking “Can you come by tonight? How about tomorrow night? Or Saturday?” And I’m just look at him and say, 
 

It’s getting to the point where I want to stab him in the eye with our box cutter. Or at least slam a 1.75ml glass bottle of our most expensive alcohol over his head. And for some reason, when I tell my managers, they don’t consider it sexual harassment. 

But that’s ok. Let him come into the shop today. My security guard is awesome and said he will pose as my husband and give the creepy fuck his own choice words. And he’ll kick him out of the store with a trespassing notice. So come at me bro.

Did I mention the asshole is like 70? He’s old enough to be my great grandfather.