You were rude and invasive from the minute I sat down, and I was merely appeasing your crude commentary while I placed my order with the server behind the bar - a pleasant woman who has served me many times at the local burger-bar. I engaged in chatting with you simply because you wouldn't shut up with the bombardment of random questions, without waiting for or listening to my answers. You were insulting by offering your opinion on the food and drink that I ordered. You were irritating with the "name game" and complete lack of social graces. You were disgusting with the sexual overtones and implication that I was touching you intentionally, when I merely accidently brushed your leg because you were man-spread over three bar stools, so it was nearly impossible to avoid it. You wouldn't shut up while I tried to enjoy my meal. You lamely tried to compliment my hair, but invaded my space when you grabbed my braid. Then you finally crossed the line when I mentioned the gold-medal figure skaters that was about to be shown live on TV, and all you could say was how you "love the skin-tight uniforms so you could see their nipples". So when I then moved to the opposite end of the bar to finish my meal in peace away from you, you harass the bar-server and try to insult me with your comment about "… she'll probably only give you a 3 dollar tip, she's such a b…". I then saw you eyeing the other two women servers' backsides up and down as they walked past you. Look, Harry, NO server nor customer should ever, EVER have to put up with that kind of obnoxious crap! I gave the bar-server $40 for a meal that probably totalled $15, and told her "you keep all the rest for a tip, because you girls should not have to put up with that!". My confession - I so wanted to kick you in the f-ing nuts, but feared my foot would get stuck in the rolls between your tree-trunk legs. EEEEWWW! I went out hoping for a nice meal and watch a bit of the Olympics at my favourite local eatery. Instead, I got subjected to YOU! The reason I stared you down, eye-to-eye directly and intently, was to show you that I will not put up with your obnoxious behaviour. Your face is thoroughly engraved in my memory - I dare you to cross me ever again! Creep.
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