I’m a server and usually all of my customers are decently appropriate. During the occassional instances of discomfort, the men are usually respectable enough to get the memo and I just leave the conversation. However, one night I was serving a man at the bar who was pretty clearly “different” and likely had some issues with social interation. He was weird and made me a bit uncomfortable but was nice enough and it wasn’t busy so I had the patience to entertain his tangents. The majority of the conversation was just him doing obliviously offensive impressions, stammering incoherently and not letting me escape the conversation. There was one other table nearby who looked over a couple times when overhearing what the guy was saying, but he seemed harmless and they just kind of laughed to themselves.

HOWEVER.

I came over to bring him his bill (He’d stayed an an extra 1-2 hours after finishing his beer, just trying to pull me back into conversation) and when I set it down in front of him, he sniffed my face. I pulled backwards and he tried to do it again. He then decided it was appropriate to ask for me to breathe on him. As in, asked out loud and gestured with his hands for me to breathe onto his face and “waft” it in front of him so that he could smell it. He said something about how he wanted to know what I smelled like and, “I bet you have a clean mouth.” I was in such disbelief that I asked for clarification, and he again whispered, “Breathe on me.” and full-on mouth-breathed on me to demonstrate. The woman from the table nearby literally got out of her chair and came over to me, put her hand on my shoulder and gave me the “woman-to-woman let-me-help-you-escape-this-situation” look and I just set his bill down in front of him and noped-the-fuck-out-of-there. He didn’t seem embarrassed at all.

He’s come back since and he’s always just as bizarre to the other girls. I honestly take pride in my patience with people who are a little different when I’m at work, I know it’s easy to get uncomfortable but for the most part I know they’re harmless and just unaware. This was the first guy I ever told my manager that I didn’t feel comfortable serving. Once I had left the conversation I reflected on all the “red-flag” stuff he had said to me like asking what my route home was and if I live alone, etc. and just felt really bad for servers who get that kind of invasive stuff all the time.