Category: Harassment


Has Some Loyalty To You

| Canada | Harassment

Me: “Do you have a loyalty card you would like me to scan?”

Customer: Yes, absolutely. I never leave home without it.”

Me: “Perfect.” *scans his card and prints off his receipt* “Now if you just go here on the website, you have a chance to win up to $1000 daily.”

Customer: “Amazing. If I win, I will take you to dinner… Promise?”

(Being 16 years old, I am in shock.)

Customer: “Promise?” *voice gets louder* “Promise? PROMISE?!”

(Because it is the only way to make him leave.)

Me: “Yes… Promise.”


Kamehamehelp Me!

| Saint John, NB, Canada | Harassment

(I work in a very busy cafe in the uptown area and one of our regulars comes in as he does every day. He always hits on my coworker despite her not wanting anything to do with him. He says some very creepy things, but today he goes above and beyond. I am washing dishes in the back and see him come in and immediately head for my coworker.)

Creepy Customer: “Hi, [Coworker], I have a question for you!”

Coworker: *looks resigned as she answers* “Okay, what?”

Creepy Customer: “If I could form an energy ball in my hand, would you touch it?”

Coworker: “What?!”

Creepy Customer: “Would you touch my energy ball?”

(My coworker simply stares at him as he continues.)

Creepy Customer: “Do you watch Dragonball Z? They can make energy balls.”

Coworker: “I don’t know what that is…”

Creepy Customer: “I can make a really powerful energy ball if I wanted to, but I’m tired so I can’t do it. I’ll show you tomorrow if you like.”

Coworker: “…”

Creepy Customer: “The energy ball is called a kamehameha. It’s really awesome.”

(My coworker is looking very awkward and trapped so I call out to her.)

Me: “[Coworker], will you help me with the dishes? They’re really starting to pile up back here.”

Coworker: *to [Creepy Customer]* “Sorry, I gotta go.”

(She proceeds to practically run away to the back as Creepy Customer calls after her.)

Creepy Customer: “Bye, [Coworker]! See you tomorrow! I’ll bring a present for you!”

(Coworker looked at me like she wanted to disappear as he walked out the door. Once he was finally out of sight, she literally let out a breath of relief and thanked me. Tomorrow is apparently going to be interesting.)


Checking You Out At The Checkout

| Birmingham, England, UK | Harassment

(There are several small, family-owned corner stores around where I live. The nearest is just five minutes away and the staff are very friendly and welcoming when I go in, but it closes around nine pm and I frequently work until nearly midnight. There’s another store that’s open 24 hours just two minutes around the corner but I stopped going there after several uncomfortable experiences with one of the workers. I never reported it because all the workers are the owner’s family.  One late night about a month ago, I needed to pick up something. Peering into the 24 hour store, I didn’t see the worker and decided I had to chance it. I didn’t see him any time I checked for about a month after and thought that maybe something had happened like he’d quit or been fired or was working a different shift. Two nights ago I didn’t check for him before I went in and he was there when I got to the till. For context I am mid-20s but I look younger. He looks between 35 and early 40s.)

Me: *places items on the counter, clearly avoiding looking at him*

Worker: “Oh, hello. I haven’t seen you in a while. I was beginning to think you’d moved away.”

Me: *refusing to engage him*

Worker: “I still think you’re very pretty, you know. And you’re still not married? No boyfriend?”

Me: *still not answering*

Worker: *scanning my items and bagging them* “I still don’t understand why you won’t give me your number. I’m kind of heartbroken. Why won’t you give me your number? I could make you very happy.”

Me: *realising that he isn’t going to take my silence as an answer* “Like I told you last time, I don’t want you to have my number.”

Worker: “But I would be a nice person for you. We would be happy. I was very worried about you. I know you have a phone.”

Me: *give him my card to pay* “I don’t care. I don’t want to give you my number.”

Worker: *as he is processing my payment* I think you are being very silly. We could be very happy together. You should give me your number.

(I see the receipt print and snatch my card off him because I’ve had enough.)

Me: “I don’t want to give you my number. I am not interested in you. I have never been interested in you. I have said no multiple times as politely as I can and if you don’t take ‘no’ as an answer now, why the h*** would you take it as an answer at any other part of our non-existent lives together? You always ask very invasive questions and I always ask you not to. You once tried to hold my items hostage in an attempt to get me to give you my number and you constantly tell me how pretty I look despite me telling you how uncomfortable that makes me feel. You don’t even know my name yet you constantly pass judgement on me for ‘not being married’ and then you promise to ‘save me from the shame if only I’d give you my number.’ You want to know why I haven’t been here in a while? It’s because of you. It’s because I don’t want to deal with you and frankly I’ve had enough. Thank you. I will not be coming back.”

(He looked like a kicked puppy as I took my items and left but I refuse to feel sorry. I don’t even walk past that store any more.)


Not Seeing Eye-To-Eye Here

| TX, USA | Harassment

(My soccer team’s manager is a junior who’s been indiscriminately pursuing any girl on the team who happens to be white, without success. Most of the players, as well as the manager himself, are Hispanic, which is why it stands out. I’ve heard about him from the others, but we’ve barely ever spoken and it doesn’t occur to me that I, a lowly freshman, would be on his radar. I’m also admittedly a little oblivious.)

Manager: “[My Name], how are you?”

Me: “Pretty good. You need help with the equipment?”

Manager: “You know, I love your eyes.”

Me: “Um… okay.”

Manager: “They’re beautiful, the way they shine. Like diamonds in the sky.”

Me: “That’s…nice…? So, the cones? Or I could push the ball cart.”

Manager: “I mean it.” *leaning in and staring intently* “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”

(Seriously confused at this point, I just look at him like he’s insane.)

Me: “Dude… they’re eyes. They’re not that interesting. You want help with the stuff or not?”

Manager: “Yeah… okay. Thanks.”

(It took me a few days to realize what he’d been getting at. He never did get any of the girls to go out with him.)


It’s A Very Old Phone Number

| The Netherlands | Harassment

(I’m a light tech at a heavy metal night at the music venue where I volunteer from time to time. After the show is over some drunk dude approaches me and puts his arm around me.)

Drunk Dude: “Hey, sweetcakes. You could maybe tell us if the show is over.”

Me: “Yep, it is.”

Drunk Dude: “So we can go home now?”

Me: “Uh-uh.”

Drunk Dude: “You wanna come with me, babe?”

Me: “I don’t think so…”

Drunk Dude: “Awww. Can you at least give me your number?”

Me: *deadpan* “Seven.”

(He looked at me like he saw water burning, while his friends were standing a few feet away yelling “buuuuuurrrrnnnn!”)