Tonight I had the night of creepy older men.
At work, a guy came in that I had spoken to months earlier, I noticed he had a trumpet mouthpiece and struck up a conversation. I play the French Horn so we could instantly “talk shop.” He gave me his facebook and what not…whatever…I never added him. Tonight he comes in, I am working in the drivethru and he asks “Does Lindsey still work here? She plays the French Horn.” *AHHHH HIDES* I don’t even remember his name and he remembers my name and my instrument! I’m like crud….so I say hello, and he starts talking about all this jazz stuff that I know nothing about…French Horns aren’t known for playing in jazz bands so it’s not my strong area. Anyways….I flee for my life, he gives me his facebook again and just nod and smile at whatever he’s talking to me about for 15min. He is def old enough to be my dad…
Okay it gets worse…sure that guy was being friendly whatever….it was uncomfortable…
I go to the 7-11 after work because I really wanted some sour patch kids.
The clerk who has seen me often since I do regularly stop there to buy beef jerky or sour patch kids after work …he asks me if I have a boyfriend. He has a huge bald spot…he must be in his early 40’s… He asks if I have ever dated an Indian man……. it just goes downhill from there. He tells me Indian men never cheat like other races and how they are so kind and then marry and live so happy and that I am such a sweet girl and that he wants my number. I couldnt’ escape out of there fast enough. AHHHH 






I think I will stop at Safeway now on the way home rather than the 7-11. He said next time I have to give him my number!! I am never coming back!!!