Is this your first time working with the public? If so, accept that a certain percentage of the public is anywhere from clueless to outright mentally ill and don’t get yourself worked up about it. He was a total ass, but by this stage of his life, nothing is going to rectify that.
Hand the jerk his shoes, say thanks for using Cobblers Inc. and be deaf and mute as far as he is concerned from that instant on. No need to respond further to him or his inappropriate demands.
Yeah, this.
Hint to OP. Don’t tell half the story then get bent outa shape when people can’t somehow magically conjure up in their mind the stuff you reveal in your second post before you’ve posted it.
First post. She was pissed by creepy creeper. Followed by posts that were mostly non mean spirited jokes and general agreement that creepy creeper is creepy.
Don’t pull a Paul Harvey. Tell the whole damn story the first go around.
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I don’t think anyone is making light or fun of you. If they are, fuck them.
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She. Doesn’t. Want. To.
Broomstick, sorry you had to deal with a creep, my condolences, we’re not all like that, etc. In all seriousness.
What bugs me is why people insist on calling these kinds of guys “men.” It kind of poisons the word. Call them creeps, assholes, perverts, kitten lickers, whatever, but it’d be nice if y’all could leave “men” alone to mean, you know, respectful/respectable penis-owners. We try to do the same for females. There are women, and then there are bitches, wimmins, cunts…all kinds of terminology.
Bah…nobody asked me though. Carry on. And don’t call the guy.
Fuck that noise. I ain’t sorry. Why just the other day I went to get my shoes repaired…
And just what the hell is wrong with licking kittens? :dubious:
You know, you’re real pissy since you got the bum’s rush out of the 'Phant.
You should post this idiot’s number on 4chan and let them have their way with him.
Or apologize and set up a time in your store you can meet him, but not before placing a land mine under your store’s entrance.
The former would probably be a lot less pleasant for him, though, so I’d go with that.
Two wrongs don’t make a right.
Three wrongs, on the other hand, do make a right. So I’d go with both of your suggestions.
And 4 wongs make a damn good chinese buffet.
When I read the OP I just thought “Well that guy’s an obnoxious douche”. It wasn’t until I read post #8 that I figured out that this was an issue of feeling threatened.
Maybe that’s the issue here, though, if you’ve actually experience a situation like the one described in the OP, maybe the feelings associated with it are implied. And from the perspective of the person actually dealing with repeated unwanted advances, there probably isn’t much noticeable difference between “obnoxious douche” and “threatening creeper”.
She’s the craziest person in the world. When the inmates at Bellevue need to point at laugh, they call her.
I don’t always shake hands, but when I do, I wear gloves. Stay paranoid, my friends.
It has nothing to do with paranoia. It’s about establishing boundaries. Mine are very clear. If you are male and not a relative, you don’t get to touch my flesh ever outside of a life saving medical procedure. There is no negotiating. There is no room to try to dismiss sexual harassment as a misunderstanding or flirtation because anybody who has spent more than a few minutes in my presensce knows I don’t flirt.
nm. It’s Broomstick’s thread.
One of the few statements you’ve ever made that I believe fully, without reservation.
The only way the guy’s 2nd visit would have some creepiness mitigated is if he just happened to be in the same mall and decided to drop by on a lark.
Nope, definitely still pretty creepy.
In all fairness, she was awfully pissy before that, too. 
Sorry you had your boundaries so rudely ignored, Broomstick.
The only way the guy’s 2nd visit would have some creepiness mitigated would have been if he had said, “I’m sorry I acted like a jerk, I had a really bad reaction to some new medication.”
“I gave your number to my husband. He said he was going to call you, but he had to call a few friends first.”
“I gave your number to the police. They were very interested in calling you.”
“Hey thanks for the number. I spent last night filling out internet surveys and putting your number on them. You should be getting more than a few calls starting any day now.”
Well I understand why you’re upset Broomstick. Men are generally poorly behaved lot, but this guy was an extreme nutjob, and I’d be worried he was dangerous also. This is a far cry from some guy flirting with a girl, and coming back the next day was a real danger signal. I think you should have asked your boss to call the police (to get the business backing you up) or called yourself, though I understand there are practical reasons you might want to avoid that.
Also, if I’d been in the thread sooner I’d have been making jokes too, and apologizing for them now also, and trying to convince you they weren’t intended to make you feel bad. I don’t think the others had bad intentions.
And…I think a being a cobbler is pretty cool. Whatever post-apocolyptic world we end up in, you’ll have a pretty valuable skill.
You’re supposed to huff them. The orange ones fuck you up real good.