u/jasminefay23

Apologies if this isn’t great it’s my first time writing on here. I also didn’t know whether to put it in AITAH or creepy encounters so I thought this would be better

For context I (16f) worked nightshift at a bakery 5 days a week, it wasn’t a dodgy part of town but because of the hours we had some odd people come in.

I used to work full time at a bakery doing night/morning shift. Because we were open so early in the morning we used to have crackheads come in for raspberry danishes most mornings.

Normally they were okay and didn’t bother us, but there was this really creepy bald homeless crackhead (39m) who I was always too scared to serve. But my bosses wanted me to serve everyone as I was shy and they wanted me to get used to it.

Then he started coming in every day. Trying to talk to me. I’ll always remember how he would do anything to try make conversation. Then he started coming in multiple times a day, asking my co-workers when I worked. UNFORTUNATELY, they weren’t the nicest people and didn’t like me so told him.

Then one day, maybe a month after he started coming in he handed me a note that pretty much said “hi, you’re really beautiful and I would love to get to know you, here’s my number , love _____” anyway I asked my bosses to call the cops because he was still coming in and OBVIOUSLY a minor (I was and am very short and have a baby face) but they didn’t.

The only way we got rid of him was my 6”8 boss screaming at him. But he kept watching me out the back carpark. It was so so scary and I wish I called the cops myself.

Anyway now we get to the bad part. I started thinking about quitting because it scared me so much and how they didn’t call the police. I was so paranoid he’d come back I’d be constantly looking around to make sure he wasn’t there, if there was a noise in the back I’d jump and be scared it was him. I started around 2am so I’d run from my car as fast as I could into work.

Anyway because of this I’d occasionally ask my coworkers we’ll call them Jane (56f) and Susan (42f), who did the day shift if they’d seen him or her come in. They usually said no but sometimes he’d come in and ask about me.

For a bit more context it was summer in a bakery so it got up to 40°c or higher most days inside, so I would wear shorts. Definitely not short shorts in any way. I wouldn’t get dress coded at school anyway.

One day I asked Susan if he’d come in. And she turned around and said “you know you’re acting like you want him by wearing those shorts. He’s probably stalking you because he thinks you want him. You’re asking for it” then Jane kinda backed her up and agreed.

Not their first instance too. They’d already both been shit talking me for around a year for god knows what. So yea i kinda was like wtf and burst into tears. I quit shortly after but still work there casually

AITAH for not wanting to talk to them even while we’re working together, and now refusing to work on days they work?

Apologies if this isn’t great it’s my first time writing on here.

For context I (16f) worked nightshift at a bakery 5 days a week, it wasn’t a dodgy part of town but because of the hours we had some odd people come in.

I used to work full time at a bakery doing night/morning shift. Because we were open so early in the morning we used to have crackheads come in for raspberry danishes most mornings. Normally they were okay and didn’t bother us, but there was this really creepy bald homeless crackhead (39m) who I was always too scared to serve. But my bosses wanted me to serve everyone as I was shy and they wanted me to get used to it. Then he started coming in every day. Trying to talk to me. I’ll always remember how he would do anything to try make conversation. Then he started coming in multiple times a day, asking my co-workers when I worked. UNFORTUNATELY, they weren’t the nicest people and didn’t like me so told him. Then one day, maybe a month after he started coming in he handed me a note that pretty much said “hi, you’re really beautiful and I would love to get to know you, here’s my number , love _____” anyway I asked my bosses to call the cops because he was still coming in and OBVIOUSLY a minor (I was and am very short and have a baby face) but they didn’t. The only way we got rid of him was my 6”8 boss screaming at him. But he kept watching me out the back carpark. It was so so scary and I wish I called the cops myself.

Anyway now we get to the bad part. I started thinking about quitting because it scared me so much and how they didn’t call the police. I was so paranoid he’d come back I’d be constantly looking around to make sure he wasn’t there, if there was a noise in the back I’d jump and be scared it was him. I started around 2am so I’d run from my car as fast as I could into work. Anyway because of this I’d occasionally ask my coworkers we’ll call them Jane (56f) and Susan (42f), who did the day shift if they’d seen him or her come in. They usually said no but sometimes he’d come in and ask about me.

For a bit more context it was summer in a bakery so it got up to 40°c or higher most days inside, so I would wear shorts. Definitely not short shorts in any way. I wouldn’t get dress coded at school anyway.

One day I asked Susan if he’d come in. And she turned around and said “you know you’re acting like you want him by wearing those shorts. He’s probably stalking you because he thinks you want him. You’re asking for it” then Jane kinda backed her up and agreed. Not their first instance too. They’d already both been shit talking me for around a year for god knows what. So yea i kinda was like wtf and burst into tears. I quit shortly after but still work there casually

AIO for not wanting to talk to them even while we’re working together, and now refusing to work on days they work?

Apologies if this isn’t great it’s my first time writing on here. I also didn’t know whether to put it in AITAH or creepy encounters so I thought this would be better

For context I (16f) worked nightshift at a bakery 5 days a week, it wasn’t a dodgy part of town but because of the hours we had some odd people come in.

I used to work full time at a bakery doing night/morning shift. Because we were open so early in the morning we used to have crackheads come in for raspberry danishes most mornings. Normally they were okay and didn’t bother us, but there was this really creepy bald homeless crackhead (39m) who I was always too scared to serve. But my bosses wanted me to serve everyone as I was shy and they wanted me to get used to it. Then he started coming in every day. Trying to talk to me. I’ll always remember how he would do anything to try make conversation. Then he started coming in multiple times a day, asking my co-workers when I worked. UNFORTUNATELY, they weren’t the nicest people and didn’t like me so told him. Then one day, maybe a month after he started coming in he handed me a note that pretty much said “hi, you’re really beautiful and I would love to get to know you, here’s my number , love _____” anyway I asked my bosses to call the cops because he was still coming in and OBVIOUSLY a minor (I was and am very short and have a baby face) but they didn’t. The only way we got rid of him was my 6”8 boss screaming at him. But he kept watching me out the back carpark. It was so so scary and I wish I called the cops myself.

Anyway now we get to the bad part. I started thinking about quitting because it scared me so much and how they didn’t call the police. I was so paranoid he’d come back I’d be constantly looking around to make sure he wasn’t there, if there was a noise in the back I’d jump and be scared it was him. I started around 2am so I’d run from my car as fast as I could into work. Anyway because of this I’d occasionally ask my coworkers we’ll call them Jane (56f) and Susan (42f), who did the day shift if they’d seen him or her come in. They usually said no but sometimes he’d come in and ask about me.

For a bit more context it was summer in a bakery so it got up to 40°c or higher most days inside, so I would wear shorts. Definitely not short shorts in any way. I wouldn’t get dress coded at school anyway.

One day I asked Susan if he’d come in. And she turned around and said “you know you’re acting like you want him by wearing those shorts. He’s probably stalking you because he thinks you want him. You’re asking for it” then Jane kinda backed her up and agreed. Not their first instance too. They’d already both been shit talking me for around a year for god knows what. So yea i kinda was like wtf and burst into tears. I quit shortly after but still work there casually

AITAH for not wanting to talk to them even while we’re working together, and now refusing to work on days they work?