The other day at my nerdy retail job, I was once again reminded that I don’t get paid enough when a middle-aged stranger (as he was purchasing Playboy and a bar of Godiva chocolate) licked his lips and said, “You should call me. I could look into those big, beautiful eyes all night. Are you Persian?” Good lord. It’s no secret that my workplace breeds the occasional overly-flirtatious man. Perhaps it’s some sort of power-trip that guys need to ride in order to feel masculine, or maybe it’s because we sell TheRead More
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