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Enjoy the show. I'm 20 years old and a front desk agent at a mid-range hotel in a small East Coast city.

I'm a full-time student at the university and I live alone in a one bedroom apartment in a neighborhood made up of mostly college students.

At the hotel, I've had to deal with my fair amount of unpleasant or creepy people, you know, since a young woman and a customer service job seems like an easy target.

I was used to old ladies yelling at me, or inappropriately aged men making remarks on my appearance like

you have the most adorable smile or I'm sure you're a heartbreaker and I've

usually been able to deflect.

When I work weekdays I'm always on the 3 to 11 p.m. shift, where we handle check-ins?

It was a slow night, where we only had 28 check-ins to deal with, and by 8 p.m. my coworker Mindy and

I had done all of our tasks and were leaning over the front desk chatting and watching the news, which blared perpetually from the TV's in the lobby breakfast area.

We only had a handful of check-ins left. breakfast area.

We only had a handful of check-ins left, so we just kicked back and had our deck of cards and Chinese

takeout all over the desk.

A younger man checked in, and I remember thinking he was cute-ish.

He had neat blonde hair, a boyish smile, and a weak chin and was wearing khakis and a quarter- fleece. We had a pretty regular interaction, save

for him making a lot of eye contact and smiling, and then he went to his room. About half an hour later, he came back down and asked us if he could get alcohol.

We told him the convenience store was across the street and they had beer and wine.

And he and I joked a little about how it was closing soon so he'd better run there.

When he came back he slid a 40 ounce across the desk towards me. With my customer service smile of vague cluelessness, I said,

What's this? It's for you, he leaned against the desk. Front desk agents have to stand up, so the top tier of

the desk was about chest height. And when he leaned over, he was right in my face.

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