Dear old man who wears only hawaiian shirts and frequents my cafe every weekday with your son: i know it may come as a surprise to you but i actually DONT enjoy your very inappropraite, disgusting- yet not blatant harrasing comments to me. its not even 9:00 in the fucking morning- im barely awake- i dont want to be proprositioned for sexual activites by anyone much less someone who is old enough to be my grandfather. please stop starring at my tits. please dont ask me why i dont give you the same type of attention when i pet a cute dog on the patio. next time i ask if you are going to order something different to eat today- DO NOT ask if i'm available. i am not intrested in you. i dont want to touch your viagra erected penis with a 100ft pole. i hope you choke on your next breakfast sandwich. also i dont want to put a price on my dignity, but its WORTH more than your measly two dollar tip. side bar to your son- please get a bra for your massive man tits. they are distracting me and i cant stop staring at them. damn the irony.