Anonymous story: “One of these days I’m going to lose it”

One of these days I’m going to lose it. I work at a coffee shop, where I may as well have a sign that says “harass me” stapled to my forehead. From caressing my hand when I give change back, to staring me straight in the eyes while pouring nickels and dimes into my tip jar, to talking down to me, to sexual innuendos, to full on yelling at me if I don’t respond in a way that’s agreeable, old men are the bane of my existence. The worst feeling is when they find my anger “cute” and they get even more disgusting. And of course they respond to my snark with “oh someone’s snippy today”, like I’m the one with a problem. I hate it.