Friday night was my annual work party. We have the party at the ACME Bowling Alley. They put out a decent spread and give us two free drinks for the adults and the kids can have soda. We get to bowl for a few hours and play pool if we want to.
I got fairly drunk. We bowled a game and then it was time to go home. I was told to take food home, it was just going to get tossed anyway. One of the owners told me to have my kids wipe out the cookie tray. I sent Jessica over to do that. As I was changing my shoes I noticed this old man (55-65) beeline over her way. She was alone collecting cookies in the corner. I meandered over that way, my senses told me something wasn’t ok. I didn’t say anything, I just listened for a minute. This man said to Jess: “I didn’t mean to stare, but I think you have gorgeous hair, I love the way you style it. I think you have the most lovely nose, it profiles beautifully. I noticed that you had a stuffed animal in your bag and realized you must be very young at heart.”
Ok so now I am like wtf. I said: “I hope she is young at heart, she is my 15-year-old daughter.” He got flustered, John standing behind me didn’t help his situation either. He then apologized and stammered that he thought I was her sister. Uhmm yeah, ok whatever buddy.
Looking back, I should have reported him to the staff at the bowling alley. He may have been harmless, but he might not have been. I am glad that Jessica is mature enough to deal with these situations herself. I just happened to be there this time, she has had to shoot men down before. I should invest in a whistle for her and a can of mace.