The Creeper aka El Viejo

So I work at a Japanese food place.

There are several regular customers, though one always makes a point of standing out.

In fact there are so many regular customers that we have 5 Daniels. One Daniel always makes his stay more memorable than the rest.

The late 45 year old man works construction and drives a white construction van, other wise known to most young girls as a rape van. (you know, the dark windows, big side sliding door to just drive by and kidnap someone in, like in the movies?)

He is balding, and tries to cover it up by buzzing his salt and pepper hair. He leans entirely too far over the counter and smells like a construction worker, as in, sweat. 

He had the nerve to ask me last week, "So when are you gonna go for a ride on my motorcycle?"

Me: (taken aback, regains composure, searching for an obvious excuse) "Oh, it's too hot for riding motorcycles, I don't think so."

Daniel: "Oh. Well then. Let me rephrase it. (Leers) When are you gonna go out on a date with me?" 

Me: (studying his older-than-my-dad body) "Oh. *laughs hard* I'm taken."

Daniel: "Aw! Thats too bad ... Well, I guess I won't flirt with you anymore..."

Me: (under my breath) "yes please... don't"

.....................

NEXT DAY.

He returns.

I notice, to my dismay, I notice he does not have a wedding ring, which my spanish sushi maker friend Emily asked...

Daniel: "Hi there... You know you broke my heart yesterday."

Me: (glaring at his lewdness) "Oh, did I? Thats really too bad."

Daniel: laughs nervously, "You don't care much do you?"

Me: (putting extra ice in my glare, while smiling) "Nope."

................

TODAY.

I saw his phone order and dreaded the day already

. Oh, crap. HOw am I gonna avoid the creeper today. I really don;t want to have to deal with him. 

So i found a prefect way to avoid the bastard. 

I saw him get out of his rape van and i went straight into the bathroom and re-arranged my hair in several different fashionable styles before I decided I wanted to come out to a Daniel-free store.

It worked, and since there is no Spanish word for "Creepy Old man" Emily and I call him "El Viejo" when he is around... "The old man".

its pretty fun.

oh and whats better is I wont HAVE to deal with El Viejo anymore. or this fast food job anymore.

I just got a long waited job offer from Intercontinental Hotels as a front desk agent, full time at 13/hr!

This is the best day ever!

Goodbye fast food.

Goodbye minimum wage.

Goodbye El Viejo!