Go ahead...slap it.

It has taken me years and years of being a waitress to figure out my frisky male customers! I have been hugged, kissed, groped, propositioned and pulled down on to many a lap. I have gotten dirty notes, been talked to in a most unseemly way, ogled, and yes, I have been firmly smacked on my behind. Old guys, young guys. Sober, drunk. Asian, white, black..it does not seem to matter! One unfortunate customer of mine actually tipped me $70.00 dollars. I felt bad for him because I thought he must be so lonely. Sure enough, he asked me out for coffee. I had to break it to him gently that I was not allowed to go out with customers. OK? Creepy! I did offer him his money back, but, apparently I am an AWESOME waitress and I got to keep it. One would think I have a sign stuck to me that says, "go ahead, see what happens".
I'm really not complaining. It does give me something to talk about and it can be quite amusing. This, in fact, might be part of the issue. But it's not about me and what I find funny. It's about bad manners. Honestly I don't think I invite this sort of behavior from absolute strangers. On the other hand, I don't scold anyone too horribly when they get out of line. Maybe I should, but the frisky critters have done no actual harm. I don't want to ruin an otherwise excellent day for them with unnecessary anger. I have, at times, wondered if I flirt too much and I have decided the answer is, No! I do smile a lot and I'm friendly but I don't think this is why freedoms are taken with my personage. I smile at the gas station guy and HE hasn't tried to cop a feel! Not yet. I do keep my eye out though for surprise affection. Random people on the street can be frisky too. But that my friends is an entirely different topic! I think.... I will have to ponder on it for a while.
So, I haven't invited it. There is no sign hanging on me giving the 'go ahead'. I'm guessing that I'm not so hot that a man should not be able to control himself. Most people have manners and mind them. What is it then? Of course! It came to me quite suddenly!
I must have been a serving wench in a past life! Probably many past lives. Back when it was the norm to get a good grasp on the help! This was sport! These naughty boys are simply my old customers and they're doing what I should expect them to do! Nothing else explains it quite like this, so I will accept it as fact! So, go ahead you brave, brave souls. Slap away! Just be prepared for the day I slap back.