When I was 14 I used to walk to a 711 by my house with my best friend Christian and the attendant would give me free cigarettes. If Christian came in with me the man wouldn’t sell to us but if I was alone he would always just give me a pack for free. I always said hi and was friendly because at that age I thought he was just being generous and I felt cool being able to have cigarettes. I never suggested anything at all I don’t think I even knew what being provocative meant.
One evening I went in like always and simply asked if I could have cigarettes. The attendant came from behind the counter wrapped his arms around me and demanded a kiss, when I refused he tried licking the back of my neck. I started screaming and warned him my friends were outside waiting for me (which they were). He told me I was his blonde dream wife and I screamed louder. He let go and ran to the back of the store, I haven’t been back in 5 years.
– Anonymous
Location: Chicago, Illinois
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ninyabruja says
Long before Hollaback/SSH existed, I had a slimeball behind the counter at a White Hen tell another customer in Spanish that he wanted to fuck me.
I’m also beyond fed up with the cashiers who try to stroke my fingers/brush the edge of their hand against mine when they give me my change.
Concealed Weapon says
If you haven’t been there in 5 years, that means because of him they lost a customer. Does his boss know?