Before 9 AM on Monday, I had a customer that had been passing by stop, rake his eyes up and down me a couple of times, and say "Damn, you look good in those capris, frumpy socks and all."
During the second half of my shift, I was cutting blinds for a group of 3 customers. Two of them seemed to be nice enough men, but the third was standing behind me, leering. I looked over my shoulder, caught his intense gaze, and asked "How are you today?" out of awkwardness because, quite honestly, the guy seemed strung out on something.
His reply: "I find it so sexy when a woman knows her way around machinery."
