This time my story isn't so much funny/stupid as it is disgusting and terrifying. You'll see why in a moment, let me just set the scene for you.
As I mentioned last time, I work in a internet/gaming cafe. It gets pretty loud and I work from 3-11 most nights, normally the customers are loud and messy but honestly, that's the worst of it. Or at least I thought so until tonight, about twenty minutes ago to be exact.
"So what happened?" I hear you ask. Well, let me start from the top.
I'm at work, minding my own business, when this tourist comes in wanting to use the scanner. He says he's never used one before so I step him through the entire process. He seems like a perfectly normal guy and I wander off once he's done to do some cleaning. (read: check facebook, which I'm actually allowed to do :D)
After a bit he asks me if I want to have a cigarette. This is a totally normal scenario where I work (which will henceforth be called LazyLan, because I seriously don't have to do all that much) and since there's only one person on the clock at LazyLan at a time, I have to take all my cigarette breaks out the front of the store so that I can keep an eye on the register.
Now, keep in mind that LazyLan has a doorway (like most buildings), and right next to said doorway there's an indent in the wall probably about 2 square feet tops big enough to fit one or two people in, but since we have an ashtray in there, it really only fits one person. This guy just pushes me into this tiny space and forces himself on me. Wandering hands and dirty, filthy disgusting mouth!
I was stunned for a minute but I pushed him off and went back inside, where he didn't follow thank God!
I have never felt so violated in all my years, first thing I did was went out back and lost my lunch. Then I put a note on his account so the other girls get a warning whenever he puts time on his account.
I wanted to call in the guy who's meant to be taking over after my shift or my boss or something, but I don't have any numbers, so I'm stuck here for another two hours when all I want to do is go home and cry into my pillow.
RHU What should I do, do I just drink a cup of concrete and harden the fuck up? I don't think there's anything I can do. Have crustys ever done something like this to you?
How did you deal with it?