can you believe this happened in broad daylight?
i went into a neat little antiques shop today with my 12 year old daughter (who, though pretty, is amongst the LEAST suggestively dressed girls I know AND she had a coat on) . the shop is part of a larger store-- the dealers all rent. none are management.
when we walked downstairs a man, an antiques dealer (white haird, about age 60) said, immediately and completely straight-faced: she cant come down here unless she's 21."
i looked at him, wondered what was going on, saw a sly smile and I said, "of course she can. she's been here a million times.
i gave him a half smile and my daughter and i walked by.
he talked loud to customers and never shut up. telling people their apartment/ house/ kitchen etc would be so improved with whatever little doodad they were examining. hard-sell was this guy's middle name. i was looking at a collection of antique signs and he came loudly rushing over to me. "wait! there's a sign in here perfect for you." he flipped throrugh a few signs, stopped at Betty Boop and said, "no. not this one, though she's cute." stopped at a pin up girl Coke sign and said, "no. not this one, though she's beautiful, too."
his next sign was an antique stop sign. i said, "that one. that's the one i want. i'd hold it up whenever something is bugging me. give it to me. i'll hold it up now." instead, he said, "hand it to your daughter's boyfriend." i said, "I'll hand him something else."
the damned creep laughed in the creepiest way. i said, "mister, you got me wrong. that's not what i meant. i'm walking away." and i walked away.
my daughter said, "what just happened?" i said, "the man is a creep and he's making sexual inuendos." my daughter said, "why dont i know that?" i said, "because he's smarter and nastier than you are good."
i was really shopping for something in particular. so we took the elevator upstairs to get away from this guy but to keep looking for the item. later, though, he was upstairs. he comes out of some back room (how did he get there?) and he says to my daughter, "do you play sports?" she said, "no." he said," I used to coach a highschool basketball team. are you in-- what-- 10th grade?" i stopped. turned and looked right at him. in fact, i stepped between him and my daughter. i (gathering my wherewithal) said, "she's in 7th grade. not 10th. 7th." he said
"I liked having girls like that on my team. she looks mischevious." I narrowed my eyes. i'm ready to pummel this creep. he quickly says, "and she looks smart, too." i said very decidedly , "she **is *very smart. and *so am i**."
i took my daughter by the arm and began to walk away. he called out, "i once asked a girlfriend that. and she said, 'I don't knowwwww.'" (he said this in a whiney, girly voice.)
i stopped. drew a deep breath and turned around. "you once asked your girlfreind what? if she were smart?"
he said "No. if she was mischevious."
i stood there looking at this stalking, perverse bully. i said, "you're done talking to us. you will not speak to us again."
people in the shop looked at me. the guy disappeared into the back room. when i was satisfied that he had retreated first, we left the store.
as i was writing this and talking about this just now, my daughter just reminded me what town he said he was from (another state). i'm going to look for him on the sex offenders list. and whether i find him or not, i'm contacting the store owner and letting her know she has a bullying pervert prowling about her shop.
has anything like this ever happened to you?
and it's time for another really long talk with my daughters.