Me no like. Me no like at all.

Me: "Hi! How are you guys doing today?"
Denny's Perv: -eyeballs me with a very "I would like to touch you innapropriatly" smile- "...."
Me: "...-Denny's shpeal-"

So, I take their order and go into the center server station, in the middle of the restaurant to put their order in, get drinks, etc.

Me:
DP: -walks up behind me-
Me: ....
DP: "Hey there honey, can you bring my food over to the counter, I need a smoke."
Me: "Yeah! Sure! "

So, the guys goes over to the counter and tries to flirt and joke with me. I'm trying to run away.

Me: -scrambling around, this is during the dinner rush mind you-
DP: Girlie, looks like they have you whipped!
Me: -trying to not kill- "Yeah, kind of! Hehhh"
DP: "Boy, I'd like to have you whipped."
Me: "O_O....I have to go." -scampers off-

A few moments later.

DP: "When do you get off?"
Me: "...Later"
DP: "Hoping to get home early?"
Me: -still trying to not stab- "Yeah."
DP: "I wouldnt let you go home. Unless it was to my house."
Me: "O_O...-finds something else to do-"

Everytime I am in a 15 foot vicinity of this guy, he flags me down to try and fill me with sexual innuendos.

Me: "What do you want? "
DP: -shamelessly eyeballs me again- "It aint on the menu."
Me: "Dont get your hopes up."
DP: "Somethings up, but its not my hopes."
Me. "O_O"

I am so trying not to get myself fired.






And then the fuckpot left me a two dollar tip. Not before winking and trying to get my phone number several times.





Kill. Kill. Kill.