one day, he called me over as he was sitting in the food court. i sat across from him. he complimented me on my fingernail polish, and asked for my hand for a second, so he could take a closer look at it. he pulled my hand closer to his face, gave me a wicked grin and *schlupp!* two of my finger tips go RIGHT into his mouth, as he suckles them happily.
I sit there, arm extended, frozen in horror. i finally caught up with what happened, snagged my hand back, looked at him aghast as if he had just stomped on my favorite puppy, and left immediately to scour my hands. from then on, whenever 'joe' came in, i would avoid him like the plague.
i now am careful who i am nice to.