Ep. 27: Overshare

She stops by to pour him coffee, and one thick hand instantly finds the small of her back. She wriggles away and moves to another table.

At breakfast, the server clearing dishes finds his hand cupped around her bicep, caressing it as he asks her how she manages to stay warm in short sleeves. She yanks her arm free and scurries away.

At Halloween, workers dressed as hippies or witches or cats. He eyeballs one costumed lady and tells her, "well, you look sexy."
 


Getting the picture? This guy has no idea where the line is...that, or he doesn't care where it is and intentionally crosses it.


I was on my break the other day, hiding in a corner of the coffee shop, considering myself safe, when he wheeled his way in and said hello. I figured we'd each say a few words and he'd leave. But no. He stayed for 40 minutes. At one point during that time, he thought it would be funny to leap from a discussion of his children into a sex joke involving him and his late wife. And I didn't know it was a joke at first, so I was extremely uncomfortable and hurried to change the subject.

Still. Joke or no joke, talking sex with a stranger and one of the opposite sex is just awkward, especially when there is a client-employee dynamic at play.

This is why I am dubbing him Overshare. Sir Overshare? Mr. Overshare? Oversharington the Third? Anyway...

Crossing. The. Line.

He's still pretty new at the facility, so most of this information is just starting to travel. The combined stories make for one creepy picture. And I wonder what is next and when we're all going to start drawing that line for him, since he can't apparently find it on his own.

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