A short rant:

When I was a teen-adult, I worked in mall jobs for a couple years. One day, a twenty-something man talked at me for thirty minutes in an empty store while I set up the t-shirt displays: He followed me around explaining in GREAT DETAIL all of the tattoos he planned on getting, where and what and which scummy bro of his was gonna “hook him up,” he even told me his plans to file his teeth into fangs.

Literally thirty minutes. He didn’t buy anything.

Six months later and I’m working at a different location of that retail store, fifteen miles away. And the SAME dipshit comes in and starts reciting the exact same script of all his supposed tattoo plans and fangs, and it was at that point that I realized he didn’t recognize me.

Then I realized that he actually spends his time Doing That to women, all the time.

Things I learned:

-Some people need friends real bad.

-Most employment jobs don’t give you tools for dealing with people like this.

-Grey areas exist in terms of harassment.

-It’s perfectly OK to ignore someone who is ranting their bullshit at you while you’re working.

-I never care/enjoy hearing from someone about their tattoo/plans.

 Originally published on Anarres Project.