Sadly, this has always been a fear of mine. Whenever men fiddle around in their pockets, I always get this flash of paranoia that they're secretly jerking off to the fact that we're unaware. Today it actually happened.

I read this opening line and had to post it here.

I work at a rather popular coffee chain, and our particular location is incredibly busy, fast paced, and stressful. Customers haven't exactly been the nicest during the pandemic, and I have to put up with a lot of verbal harassment, and I've had people actually threaten to come inside to throw some hands, but this really takes the cake.

Starbucks Barista

I'm a supervisor and took over at the window for my co-worker's break. Two customers into this line, this guy pulls up to collect his order. I kindly greet him, look at his face, repeat his order and hand him his stuff. I noticed he was having a rather hard time focusing on putting his damn card in the stupid chip reader. I was focused on him paying for his shit, so my eyes were on his card, waiting for the "approved" text to flash across the screen. An error appeared instead, and as I was about to ask him to try sliding the card, my eyes curiously focused in on what he was doing with his right hand.

I saw something wrinkly and shriveled up in his hand, and at first, I thought it might have been his wallet stuffed with bills, but then I realized it was his tiny, flaccid, wrinkly, caterpillar looking ass, Jabba the Hutt looking ass penis. He was fucking WANKING HIMSELF while staring into my eyes. I was shocked, disgusted, and very angry. Unfortunately for him, I'm very loud, and very vocal.

I don't believe you at all.

"WHAT THE FUCK ." I yelled. Customers in the lobby could hear me shouting, poor things. My coworkers were shocked, and confused. "ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, DUDE?!"

He's wearing a mask, but I could see his eyes crinkle. He smiled at me. Of course he was pleased by my reaction.

He quickly yanks his card away, and attempts to speed off, but gets stuck behind two other cars in the drive thru. I stick my head out the window to memorize his plate number, but realize I'm in too much of a panic to think straight, so I run to the front of the store, throw the door open, and whip out my phone to take pictures of his truck as he speeds off.

Unfortunately for him, my phone camera takes wonderful pictures. The resolution was crisp and I could clearly read the plate number. I called the police, and they showed up a whopping two hours later. After some research on their end, they pulled up the owner of the car, who was a lady. They called the number, and spoke to a man who apparently was her husband. He had an alibi, but named his 18 year old son who lives with them. He was shocked and apologetic, and said he'd "talk to his son", whatever that means. The police officer made it clear we didn't want them returning to our location, and that he would be arrested for trespassing.

Feminist fan fiction must go.

My coworker recognized him and his car; he had come through our drive thru just two days prior to today. I have many young, female coworkers, a few who only just turned 18, that I don't want subjected to this kind of crap. I can't imagine how mortified and frozen with fear they would have been.

Hopefully the official police report gets finalized soon so that I can get a fucking restraining order on this dude. I'm so upset, I want to take it even further and get him put on a sex offender list. Ugh.

Something like this would have seen the dude arrested in the least, imagine be a redditor couldn't be me.

Why. Why?

Edit:

Since apparently some people think my post is fake, here's a fake collage of fake photos I took of his fake truck as he fake drove off through the fake parking lot.

https://imgur.com/a/ShzlzJe

Proceeds to post the next truck she sees in the lot to convince redditors the story is reeeeeeeeeeeeel