...NO. I went down to the cafeteria to check out the menu and stopped by the sandwich counter to chat with the guy there. I heard a slight buzzing sound and looked over to see a man in one of those electric wheelchairs roll up. He was older, but not too old. I smiled and said hello. Apparently he thought that was his opening and started to hit on me. At first I figured it was chit chat. I ordered a sandwich and was about to tell my friend what I wanted on it when he starts asking me what I do, where I work and then where I live. I gave vague answers as each one seemed more personal. He had this super creepy smile on his face and switched looking at my ass and tits like he was deciding which one he wanted to lock onto first. Because I was at work I couldn't give a simple 'fuck off' response. When the guy moved on to if I had a boyfriend and where did he work I started looking at my friend for help. He was slowly making the sandwich... smiling. Apparently my uncomfortable responses amused him to no end. Asshole. I practically grabbed my sandwich and hopped away, leaving mister speed demon to his next victim. And how was YOUR day?

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