“I worked in a restaurant, which of course came with multiple inappropriate looks/comments from customers, but more surprisingly to me came with many unwelcome comments from fellow staff.
I tended bar, and the majority of servers (all except one actually) were women, while the kitchen staff were mostly male (again with the exemption of one person). Part of my job was stocking the bar at the end of the night, and to do so I had to grab a container from the kitchen. It was on a high shelf, so to reach it I had to use something to pull it down. On the occasions I couldn’t find something, I would jump to grab hold of the handle and pull it down with me. That night was a jumping night. When I landed with the bin successfully in hand, I turned to find two 50+ year old men staring at me. “What?” I asked, confused. “If you hand me the bin, I’ll put it back on the shelf so that we can watch you bounce around again.”
I don’t appreciate the nickname Twin Peaks either.”