You’ll never touch these things that I hold

So…this post is not a really good one. At all.

So, remember in the previous post where I mentioned the customer who reached into the back of my polo? Well…it got bad today. Really, really bad.

So here’s a rundown of the whole situation:

So, it all began on Wednesday. These two customers came in, brother and sister, and were buying some Jockey undershirts. The sister made a comment regarding why her brother liked them, and he replied that it involved the fact they don’t have a tag. I said in conversation that I didn’t like having a tag on my undershirts/wife beaters either. He then decided it was ok to reach over the check stand and put his hand down the back of shirt, grabbed the tag of my polo, and made a comment that there was a tag in it. I pulled slightly away, quickly finished the transaction, and they left. I told my manager about it the next day, and I figured that was it.

So, today…he came in again. I greeted him inadvertently (he was behind a bunch of mannequins, so I didn’t know it was him I greeted), and when he turned to me he got the most disturbing, perverted, and creepy look on his face. He began to talk to me, and I made base conversation. I walked away and let my coworkers know that was the guy from the other day. He began to shop…but didn’t actually look at clothes, he followed my every move, staring at me with this expression of pure…perversion. My coworker Diana watched, and said it was really, REALLY creepy. he came over to the stand, and wanted to buy something, and wanted me to do it specifically. All while staring with a wanton face directly at me. I busied myself, and Diana took the sale. The entire time he was there, he stared at me only. In a way that physically made me sick. He then went, got another shirt, and wanted me to work with him. Again, Diana did it because he had made her creeped out by how much he was staring at me. She finished it, he left, and actually made a bee line that was to pass by me; I moved as soon as I could.

I have never in my entire life been that uncomfortable or weirded out. Ever. By the time he had finally left the area, I was literally sick to my stomach, and within ten minutes of it ending, began to get the shakes in my hands. I have never, ever felt so violated, either. Even excluding the fact he actually put his hand down the back of my shirt, I felt beyond uncomfortable and actually unable to perform as an employee. It was absolutely awful. The fact he would follow my every move with his stare, from across the entire men’s section, and even at the register, completely made me feel as if he were preparing to buy me instead of shirts. I wouldn’t have put it past him, either.

Fortunately, I have several first hand witnesses to it all, and I know that my manager and the store will be behind me as an employee. If he comes back in the store, I’ll be calling security. It was that bad. It takes so much to become uncomfortable and that weirded out and put out of place; so, I know it wasn’t ok.

So…that was my end of the day Sunday. I just hope that he never comes back to the store. Ever.

Much Love…or not so much love currently,

K.E.

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