I know when I work next, but I certainly am not going to tell you. Not only have you continued to stare at me all shift and make not so minor passes at me, but you are easily my father's age, or at least double mine.
No I do not want to join you later.
No I do not want anything more than your money and for you to leave.
At this point in fact, I am less concerned with the tip you leave and more concerned by how I will react if you touch me one more time.
Just for the record, I am not affiliated with a Twin Peaks or a Stripper Pole. I am not here to serve you in any other way than bringing you food and maybe the occasional beer. Do you not notice my eyes darting to the bartender for help? Or do you just not care?
For all the old men out there who hit on their servers. Please stop embarrassing yourself and making us uncomfortable. Because Rule #1 of Serving: We remember your face and we won't be so passive and polite if you come in again.
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