Lets stare at my breasts.

I talk to everyone at work. I like to be nice, and also I get bored being there for 8 hours a day.

So one of the cart guys is an old retired man who despises the fact that he has to be working there. I usually talk to him, and he always jokingly asks when I’m going to marry him.

he also asks my manager to marry him.

Big surprise, he’s an alcoholic. I’m just assuming this, because he sometimes slurs his words and I’ve seen him sneak a drink or too.

So were going to assume he was drunk on this day:

I went outside for a quick cigarette and didn’t bother bringing a hoodie. As I walked past him, he had the balls to tell me I should be wearing a coat, “to cover your beautiful breasts.”

Not lying. told me to cover my breasts.

its not like I was even wearing something revealing. just a regular tshirt.

ick.