As soon as I walk up to the counter, without even a "Hi" or "How are you?", I get "Whoa, nice legs!" I started laughing, and then he says something like "Sorry, you're making it hard for me to concentrate. I can die and go to heaven now because I've seen an angel." At this point I'm laughing hysterically because I'm sort of in shock over the way he's talking to me (and I just think it's funny). Then, he looks at the package I'm mailing and starts reading my name. "Your name is Lindsey? It's nice to meet you." That's when I realized how creepy it really was :/ Also, I'm legal, but I don't really look it...I probably look 17 at most. This guy is atleast 45 :/
I'm sort of scared to go to the post office again out of fear that he'll be the one to help me!
EDIT: I CANNOT believe the way I'm getting attacked for this entry. I didn't mean it like "OMG HE'S OLD SO HE'S CREEPY", I mean that I just don't feel comfortable being hit on by someone old enough to be my dad. Might be someone's cup of tea, just isn't mine. Whatever, any way I spin it, someone will just find a way to turn it around on me.