Back when I was 16, I worked at the Dunkin' Donuts in my hometown. I hated everything about it. First of all, hardly any of my employers and coworkers spoke English. They were all from Portugal. Not only was it extremely annoying when I was first learning the job, but they would spell my name incredibly wrong on important things like my checks. Second of all, many of the customers were rude fucking jerks, and dealing with that sucked. Finally, I kept being put on the schedule with a really creepy guy, Harry, who would always hit on me.
On one occasion, I was wearing a ring that my friend Bianca had made for me. Harry came up and asked me, "Did a boy give you that ring??"
Me: No. My friend made it for me.
Harry: A guy friend or a girl friend?
Me: ....a GIRL friend.
Harry: Well do you have a boyfriend?
Me: No.
Sheesh! What was this, the Spanish Inquisition?
Harry: Well, here's my number. Call me sometime and we can hang out on a Friday. I never work Fridays.
Um, no fucking way. That number landed in the trash can as soon as I got home.
After that, work was extremely awkward. It was especially horrible on the 4th of July, when I was stuck working with Harry ALL DAY. ALONE. JUST THE TWO OF US. AND IT WAS DEAD BECAUSE OF THE HOLIDAY.
Harry: Let me see your glasses.
Me: Okay, whatever *takes them off*
Harry: Wow. Your eyes are so beautiful.
*Eye Roll*
Ugh. That's gotta be the smoothest move in EXISTENCE.
A little later, it came time for me to punch out.
Harry: Can you stay till closing? I'm all by myself...
Fuck no! That was the LAST thing I was about to do. I had a fucking "date" with Patricio to watch the fireworks.
Me: Sorry, I already have plans. I'm going to watch the fireworks, and if I stay late I won't be able to go.
Then I got the hell out of there before he could say anything else.
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