Me: “Could you talk to him as the brother of my friend? Like, unofficially, man to man? I don’t want to get him fired because he’s just a kid on his first job… but I’m also worried that if I keep turning him down, he’s going to tell others that it is me going after him.” Me: “Hey,, can I ask you for a favor? has been coming on to me and making very horrible comments.” I went to his boss, who happened to be the brother of a very good friend of mine. Parcel: “Oh… Well, I turn eighteen in August!”įor the rest of that day and most of the next, he continued to make inappropriate and disgusting comments about what he wanted to do to me and how I should just bend over. I froze in shock, as I had never had someone speak to me this way before. Parcel: “I really want to f*** your brains out.” I thought he was going to insult me again, but I just wanted to get it over with. I don’t remember what he said the day before, but I do remember that it was insulting. Parcel: “Hey, can I be honest with you? I mean, like, brutally honest?” When I was twenty-four we had a teenage parcel (cart pusher, bag boy, or whatever you call them where you’re from) at our store.
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