Infestation

There's been a creep infestation at the coffee joint this morning. I didn't witness the precipitating incident, but Clinton, the mild-mannered manager, had to threaten a guy with having the cops called on him if he harassed the female customers again. Clinton's about half this guy's size, but he got right in his face. The creep made conciliatory noises and gestures, and after loitering for a few minutes, he left.

And then came back in. And started chatting up another customer. And then started rubbing her shoulder. Clinton tore into him again, and again the guy left.

And then came back in. He looked around and then left, I assume because there were no more female customers in line.

I don't know if Clinton actually went ahead and called the cops. If he did, they haven't shown yet.

I hate to see this kind of thing under any circumstance. But especially here, because the coffee joint is like my second home. I have to go teach class soon, but I really don't feel good about leaving. Grrrr.