Malaprop McGrumpypants

I had a customer last night who kept “asking for help” as a way of trying to flirt with me.  He called me a “tall healthy girl” from somewhere in Europe (that was definitely not a part of my heritage).  

He bugged me three or four times.  The second to last time he was talking to me, he looked at my hair sticking out of the back of my bandanna get-up:

Because it’s my life when men hit on me (it’s always a black dude..well 95% of the time.)

He said, “I think I see a grey hair,” and I said, “Yup, I got a lot, actually.” Then he tells me that I should do something to fix it.

Whoa, okay time out!  You cannot hit on someone and then tell them what you complain about the merchandise That’s not how the game is played.  Actually you have as much game as a blind person playing Simon, because the chances of you winning are none. :P  I had no chance to tell him this because I was called to do something, since ya know, I was working. Jerk.