Hostess

So, I have started hostessing. Last night was the first night I actually got a hang of most everything. It was also the first night I got creepers.

There were these two men...I mean it... grown ass 40 year plus men. They were sitting at the table closest to the hostess stand. They un-apologetically were bug eyed staring at me and the other girl. They straight up called over their fellow mexican, a server, and asked him about my ASS! I'm white. I don't have ass. I was so offended. Had it been Johnny Toews, fine. Look at my ass. Ask the server about me. But if you're old enough to be my Dad, and rude enough to make me wanna barf...Get lost. I'm sorry, I feel you, I'm no ugly duck but come on! They were waiting for me and the other girl to get off work. WOW. Talk about RAPIST behavior. I made her come with me so I could take her to her car since she parked out front. I was like, oh, no you did not just sit here for two hours!

I think I better find a bodyguard at work. Which, you know, with my clear charm should be easy, right?