I work at McDonald’s because I’m a teenager wanting to make a little extra money and I thought it was a great place to start. I went to the McDonald’s up the street from me and went in for an application. The next day I turned in my application and got an interview. You know normal stuff for when you get a job. 


When I ended up getting the job my first day of work was just me bagging up the food and handing it out to the people in the dining area. After my first week I started working morning on the weekends and that’s where I met creepo. When he first saw me he was like “so you’re ________.” And I said “yeah this is my first time ever having a job” and he went in for a high five and said “Wow that’s amazing!” When I gave him a high five he kinda held my hand for a minute.  Kinda weird but didn’t think much about it. 


Fast forward to a few weeks working the morning shifts and he decided to move me to drive thru where I take the orders and give the food to the customers. It’s probably my most favorite position. But its always just him and I alone until 11 which gives him at least 4 hours alone with me. This is when he starts to act weirder. 


I would be taking an order and he’ll come up behind me and start playing with my hair and saying “Look at you working hard.” In the most uncomfortable sexual voice. Then later, I was making an iced coffee for the customer. While I was stirring the spoon around to mix the coffee and the cream he grabbed my arm gently and just held it there. I push my arm away from his grip and he called me rude. 


I like to do my makeup like many other 16 year old girls do. So I’ll sometimes walk into work after school and have eyeshadow or eyeliner and the first thing he says to me is “You look beautiful today.” And grabs my hand softly like he’s about to hold it. After these encounters with him I decided enough was enough and I told my boyfriend and he called my McDonald’s and talked to the store manager who eventually called me the next day. 


The store manager said she’d like to hear both sides of the story but I kind of feel bad for telling on him. I know what he was doing was wrong but I guess I feel bad because I don’t want him to find out I said anything so that if he doesn’t get fired that I’d have to be around him again. Let me remind you, I’m 16 and he’s around mid 40’s.  Pray for me tomorrow when I see him again. 