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Dear Creeper:
I never would have been so nice and chatty the first time I waited on you if I had known our common interest in mystery novels and Dr. Who would lead to you showing up EVERY GODDAMN DAY. And why do you keep asking about me when you come to the Diner and I am not there? You don't need to ask where I am, if I'm not at the Diner I'm not working and that's all you need to know! Stop asking the other waitresses when I work, you're really creeping them out! (And me also!) We are not friends! You are a customer and I'm nice to customers because it makes my work day more pleasant. Maybe someday we could have moved up to "friendly acquaintances" but you've ruined any chance of that by being a fucking creeper. It's at the point where I can't go a single shift without you coming in and telling me about some female friend who has totally misunderstood you and doesn't want to talk anymore. I know how they feel. You're sixty years old, why haven't you figured out yet how creepy you are? (And how to wash your hair!)
No no no love,
Me.
The worst part - I'm a captive audience. He always knows where to find me and I can't leave! The best I can do is hide in the kitchen, but I still have to take care of my other tables and it plays hell with my nerves the whole time he's there.
I never would have been so nice and chatty the first time I waited on you if I had known our common interest in mystery novels and Dr. Who would lead to you showing up EVERY GODDAMN DAY. And why do you keep asking about me when you come to the Diner and I am not there? You don't need to ask where I am, if I'm not at the Diner I'm not working and that's all you need to know! Stop asking the other waitresses when I work, you're really creeping them out! (And me also!) We are not friends! You are a customer and I'm nice to customers because it makes my work day more pleasant. Maybe someday we could have moved up to "friendly acquaintances" but you've ruined any chance of that by being a fucking creeper. It's at the point where I can't go a single shift without you coming in and telling me about some female friend who has totally misunderstood you and doesn't want to talk anymore. I know how they feel. You're sixty years old, why haven't you figured out yet how creepy you are? (And how to wash your hair!)
No no no love,
Me.
The worst part - I'm a captive audience. He always knows where to find me and I can't leave! The best I can do is hide in the kitchen, but I still have to take care of my other tables and it plays hell with my nerves the whole time he's there.