Robert Locke. Port Aransas. Aransas Port.
Robert this is a letter that I feel bad about having to write anonymous but I have to vent somehow and maybe you will read this and finally get it.
When I am working the bar and you walk in I get filled with disappointment and disgust with the thought of having to serve you for the next hours. I cannot even concentrate on my work as I am thinking about how long it will be until you either do me and everyone else in the bar a favor and leave or my shift ends.
You have the nerve to be angry with me when I find chores to stay busy or talk to my other customers just so I don’t have to spend one more minute near you
Your constant leering at me gives me the shakes and makes me want to throw up..
Your never ending sexual comments and inappropriate advances towards me and any other woman in the bar is beyond belief. I am sick of your constant lies. Even you cannot keep track of them. When you go to the restroom people just look at each other and roll their eyes and shake their heads in disbelief.
You are the worst customer I have ever had the misfortune of serving and if I thought you would not follow me to the next place of employment I would just quit my job so I would not have to deal with you anymore.
I pray that you just stay home or leave the island. Everyone in the bar talks about what a slime you are as soon as you leave.
Please just go away or slither back under the rock you came out from.
Your very Tired Server.
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