Category: Harassment


Text Vext

| USA | Harassment

(I’m in college at the time of this story. One of my friends has decided to set me up with a guy she knows, despite the fact that I’ve told her I’m NOT ready to date anyone new due to a recent breakup. I explain this to the guy, who says he understands, and offers to buy me coffee “just as friends.” He is very charming, so when he asks if we can get coffee again the next weekend after my finals are over, I agree. Less than 24 hours later, he starts texting me…)

Guy: “So, what are you up to tomorrow?

Me: “Well, I have to work in the morning, and I’ve got a study group in the afternoon for finals, so I’m going to have my phone off all day tomorrow.”

Guy: “No problem! I understand. I’ll talk to you in a couple days!”

(Thinking this is the end of it, I turn my phone off, and keep it off the next day. My study group runs longer than expected, so I don’t get back home until late that afternoon. I turn my phone on and discover 30 texts, all from the guy in question.)

Text #1: “Good morning!”

Text #2: “I know you said that your phone was going to be off, but I still wanted to say good morning.”

Text #3: “Just wanted to see if I could catch you before work!”

Text #4: “I hope everything is OK with you today.”

Text #5: “How is the studying going?”

Text #6: “Is this the study group with mostly guys?”

Text #7: “Are you into any of those guys?”

Text #8: “Are you ignoring me?”

Text #9: “You’re interested in one of those guys!”

Text #10: “If you don’t like me, just say so!”

Text #11: “I never liked you that much anyway!”

(And so on. As I’m ready to turn my phone off again, it rings. It’s him.)

Me: “WHAT?!”

Him: “Oh! So your phone IS on! I knew you—”

Me: “NO! I TALK, YOU LISTEN! I told you my phone was going to be off all day. I turned it on 5 minutes ago and saw 30 texts. 30! We are not in a relationship, we are not dating, so you do not get to be jealous. I told you that we were just friends, and YOU AGREED. I don’t have to tell you where I am going or who I am spending my time with. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!”

Guy: *meekly* “…I’m sorry.”

Me: “You’d better be!”

Guy: “Uh…”

Me: “WHAT?!”

Guy: “Are we still hanging out on Saturday?”

Me: “You’re joking, right?”


Think’s You’re A Ho Ho Ho

| Grandville, MI, USA | Harassment

(I am female, and I work at an anchor store at an area mall one Christmas. I work in the children’s department, and have just grabbed an armful of clothes from the changing room to put back on the sales floor. As I’m replacing items, I see a taller man looking at t-shirts for boys.)

Me: “Hello! Have you found everything you need?”

Customer: *looks at me* “I have now.”


Apron And Staying On!

, | Bellevue, Washington, USA | Harassment

(I am working as a deli clerk at a very well-known grocery chain. We used to have blue shirts and a black apron. However, we have recently switched to green aprons. An older male customer, who is also missing teeth, comes up to me.)

Me: “Hi, sir! Is there anything I can help you with today?”

Customer: “No, I just have a question. Do you like your uniforms?”

Me: *thinking this is a strange question, but there seems to be no harm in answering* “Well, I don’t mind the blue shirts, because that is my favorite color. The green aprons combined with the blue shirts are kind of a bad combination, though.”

Customer: “Oh, well, I bet you would look great in just the apron.”

Me: “…”


He Has A Fat Chance

, | London, England, UK | Harassment

I occasionally work at antiques fairs, mainly specialising in Ancient Greek and Roman antiques, like coins, statues, vases, etc. Today I’m covering all ancient and Oriental artefacts, including two statues from ninth-century China, both named ‘Fat Ladies.’

A man comes up to the booth and looks intently at the two statues for a while before giving me a leery smile and saying ‘I like fat ladies.’ and then patting me on the head before leaving without saying another word.


I Am 17, Going On No Thanks

| SC, USA | Harassment

(I’m a cashier at a well-known fast-food restaurant. I’m prone to forget every person that enters the store, especially the regular customers, so I develop a way to identify who is who based on what stands out from each person. One couple stands out the most, because not only because they are a biracial couple, but they a have a “Romeo and Juliet” love story going on. One day I see the guy without his “Juliet.”)

Me: “Hey, I didn’t notice you without her around you.”

Customer: *frowning* “Oh… yeah, her.”

Me: *catching on* “Oh! I am so sorry it didn’t work out with her.”

Customer: “Yeah, she isn’t what I thought she is.”

Me: “That’s okay. There’s plenty of fish in the sea.”

Customer: *suddenly smirking* “Yeah, and it looks like I’m going to reel one in.”

Me: “Aww. Who’s the lucky girl?”

Customer: *leans over the counter* “How old are you?”

Me: “Um…17. I just graduated this year and currently taking online classes so that I can still work.”

Customer: *frowning* “Oh. Well, I’m 19 and I just thought that since you’re a nice looking girl and I’m a nice looking guy that… you know… we can…”

Me: *shaking my head* “Sorry. I don’t hook up with customers at work and even if I see you outside of work… No. Just no.”

Customer: *getting offended* “Is it because I’m black? I bet you like some Mexican guys.”

(I’m half Puerto Rican and half Honduran.)

Me: “Nope. I like black guys more than Hispanics. Is just that being young I don’t want anybody right now.”

Customer: *in disbelief* “You were hurt in your last relationship, weren’t you?”

Me: “Sorry, but I’m not obligated to tell you anything personal about me.”

Customer: *upset* “But you know everything between me and [Ex-girlfriend]!”

Me: “But you did it at your own will. You didn’t have to tell me anything, but you still did. Now are you going to order something ? There’s actual customers coming in that actually wants to eat instead of pestering me.”

Customer: *gives up* “Fine. But as soon as you turn 18, you know where I live at.”

Me: “At a run-down motel down the street? Cool. Have a great day.”

(He leaves as soon as one of our regulars enters.)

Regular: “What’s this guy’s problem?”

Me: “Apparently he can’t take no for answer. He was trying to ask me out right after his girlfriend broke up with him even after I told him I was 17.”

Regular: *dumbfounded* “But aren’t you 19?”