I work five days a week at a popular coffee franchise here in Canada. Of those five days, two of them are morning shifts that require me to get out of bed around 5 am. I usually look tired and messy by the time I get to the store around 6:30, but I don't care. I do my usual routine - open the tills, put the food out, greet and pay the milk man, start the coffees, and if I have time before my boss arrives, I'll put out the patio furniture.
On Monday the milk man was late, and I was running behind on my opening tasks, so I didn't get around to unstacking the chairs outside. Monday was a holiday here - so thankfully I was getting paid time and a half for working.
My first customer of the day was a chatty older man who was a bit obnoxious. After getting him his coffee and muffin he asked me if he had to set up his own table outside. I told him that no, he did not, I would go out and set one up for him. Once I got him a table and some chairs I decided to just unstack the rest. He watched me work. I have been doing this job for a long time - too long actually - so I'm pretty efficient at setting up patio. From all the bending down and reaching up I was doing, I must have tugged on the back of my pants a few times, thinking this action would prevent this old man from getting a free show. That did not stop him from saying this:
"You should have pulled them down if you wanted me to smile."
Ladies and gentlemen, this was 7:30 in the morning at the very latest! I was wearing an ugly brown apron and hadn't showered since the previous morning. I had very little makeup on. I don't work at a bar, I work at a coffee shop below a high income condo, across from a beautiful lakeside park and I still get sexually harassed!
The rest of the morning was shitty because it was crazy busy and a hot chocolate spilled behind the counter. Mondays suck.
Fast-forward to today - my other morning shift. My open went well - the milk man was on time, I got everything out for the most part. Patio didn't get done because my boss had the keys, but it was starting off pretty nicely. I was very tired because I didn't sleep very well the night before, but I was working through it because I knew I would be rewarded with a nap when I got home.
Enter semi-regular old man.
This old man is always dressed in a brown suit with a collared shirt. He gets a tea and couple treats and usually sits and reads the paper. After he was served I scooted over to the bean bar to grind and weigh out some coffee for the next shift. His table was next to where I was working, so I couldn't help but notice a very unusual magazine on his table. It was called something "boy" and had a bunch of guys on the cover. I was confused, but just went back to work. After I was done I was taking the bins of coffee back over to the counter when my eye caught something shocking.
A huge penis.
Yeah, he had that magazine open and he was starring at a two-page spread of a very naked young man. This old man, who was always well spoken and polite was totally reading a gay porn magazine. Now, the fact that it was gay porn is merely a detail - any sort of porn would have been shocking.
The worst part was that he was sitting near the washrooms, so all our customers - including people having a business meeting, two moms with babies, an elderly couple and my boss and his mother -would possibly get a glimpse of this sophisticated reading material.
The whole thing made me feel anxious. Should I tell my boss? Should I ask the man to please save that magazine for home? I felt trapped behind the counter. I wanted to go wipe down some tables outside, but feared catching him again.
Finally, he gathered his things and left, but not before telling the young moms how cute their babies were. Ew! If they only knew what I knew - that this seemingly sweet and kind old man was really nothing but a senile old pervert.
I swear, the craziest shit happens before noon on weekdays, people. I'm telling you. Forget Saturday nights at the bar, coffee shops are where the dirtiest of old men hang out.