A coworker once offered to give me a ride back from where we were working at a different store. Work made us share a car. I was 18 and he was like 50, so he'd been driving longer anyways. Between that store and our normal store (to check out) he realized he "forgot something at home" and needed to stop there. Insisted I come inside. On his TV, paused, was the Porky's shower scene, with a single worn armchair pointed at it.

I kept trying to leave, but he insisted I sit and watch this "funny" movie with him. He was already sitting in the only chair. Pulled me into his lap and started trying to touch me. After several moments of trying to wrestle free I finally told him I'd scream and he let go. We went back to work and clocked out for the day, and then I got the fuck out of there.

That day was fucking terrifying. I can't remember if it was before or after this, but that guy made a pass at me one other time, as in "kept grabbing my crotch when he had me cornered in the car and I kept telling him to stop" kind of a pass. I ended up quitting my job.

That guy still sometimes follows me around town and through that store telling me how he has a girlfriend now who is my height and size and looks so much like me, acts like me, etc. He has bothered me at other jobs asking all kinds of questions to try to find out where I'm living. I was always too shy to do more than tell him to stop or that I wasn't interested, and honestly I had no idea what to do.

I think these days I'd come right out with it and tell him to fuck off, but mostly I just hope I never see him again, because I always remember how cornered I felt when I walked into his apartment and saw that shower scene playing.