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HARASSMENT

I had only been on the job four days before I had to report a customer for harassment.

Rain poured down once again this day, and a large crowd gathered in the entrance lobby waiting for the rain to ease. Some people sat on the benches and parked their carts in front of them. Others stood, leaning on their carts as they stared out the door. I pulled out carts and dry mopped to keep myself busy during the weather induced lull in business.

As a man approached me, I pulled a cart out for him, but he did not even acknowledge my gesture. “You’re pretty,” he said in a dreamy, mindless manner.

“Thank you,” I said awkwardly and returned to maintaining the carts. I could feel the man staring at me for a while before he left.

My mother-in-law soon joined the ranks of those who waited in the lobby. My mother-in-law is the most amazing woman I have ever met. That I was able to see her and talk to her then completely made my day.

The rain eased a little, and my mother-in-law left to return to work. Many others remained in the lobby, however, hoping that the rain would ease to a more tolerable intensity. My little admirer decided to “grace” me with his presence again.

“What’s your name, beautiful?” he asked.

I said nothing.

The genius decided to try to read my name tag. “Christian,” he said.

Close enough, I thought, but I said nothing.

“Hey, Christian,” he said again, grabbing his friend’s phone. “How about your number, beautiful?”

“Sorry,” I said, showing him my ring. “I’m married.”

“Oh, so your husband doesn’t allow you to be friends with other guys?” he said.

“No, I have friends who are guys,” I said. “I just would never cheat on my husband.”

“You just won’t date black guys,” the man insisted, storming off.