Yesterday, while I was working on the books at the hardware store, an old gentleman poked his head into my office and asked me for help in purchasing a lottery ticket. Since the rest of the staff was busy, I was more than happy to help him out.
Until he started making sexually inappropriate jokes and asking me if I had any single girlfriends that might be interested in living with him, since, you know, he is looking for a young gal to take care of his "needs".
It was uncomfortable and awkward and I now know to avoid the man like the plague should he ever enter the store again while I am on the premises.
Bobbie, our store manager, thought it was totally hilarious until I pointed out the fact that he is most likely to BE that guy in another forty years or so. It wasn't so funny, then.
To him, I mean.
I found it quite amusing, until I realized how accurate a statement it was. Then it was just additionally awkward and uncomfortable.
It's ok; I went home and took a shower and all was right with the world.
I still plan to avoid the old pervert like the plague, in case there was any doubt.