Staying over a friend’s house and her granddad kept talking about how he looked forward to sneaking in and tickling my feet in the middle of the night. I faked stomach flu and called my mom to come get me.
Then the normal stuff that happens when a 19-year-old works service jobs:
The middle aged man who came to visit me and lingered too long all the time.
The middle aged man who wanted me to hold up a coffee table book so he could photograph it/me.
The middle aged man who bought a bag of trail mix and, when I asked if he wanted a shopping bag, replied, “No, my dear, I’m going to take out the nuts and put them in my mouth and lick and suckle them until they’re moist and slippery.”
Just the usual stuff.
Staying over a friend’s house and her granddad kept talking about how he looked forward to sneaking in and tickling my feet in the middle of the night. I faked stomach flu and called my mom to come get me.
Then the normal stuff that happens when a 19-year-old works service jobs:
If that’s the normal stuff, I’d really hate to hear what the abnormal stuff is like.