Woman Confronts Catcallers and Secretly Films Their Reactions

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And now I am going to tell you a story.

Many years ago, back in the early 90s, I managed a restaurant. I was working the opening shift one morning and had just unlocked the doors when my coworker arrived, She was a very pretty girl with delicate features, freckles and a slim athletic build. It was a cold morning and in she slammed, all bundled up in a fleece hoodie and bulky sweatpants that were two sizes too big for her, arms crossed and an expression of absolute disgust on her pixie face. I asked her what was wrong as she stalked to the back to hang up her coat and don her apron.

"A bunch of asshole firemen followed me down the street on their fucking truck, yelling Hey baby, suck my cock! and Nice tits! all the way here!" She was crying a little, furious but also humiliated. Almost as soon as she stopped talking, the door opened and in walked half a dozen firefighters in full uniform. 

"Fuck, that's them!" she whispered.

"Go in the back." I told her. "Get the lunch stuff ready and don't come out until I tell you to. I'll take care of these guys." I could already hear the guys talking and laughing amongst themselves, "Dude, I told you she worked here, totally busted, har har!"

I calmly and politely took their orders, made their food and brought their plates to them at their booths.

"So," I asked, sliding their plates in front of them. "Do you guys know Chief Andy?"

"Hell yeah!" they answered. Chief Andy was an old timer, one of the founding members of that particular towns first fire station, which still stood. Though retired, Andy was still an honorary chief and this small New England community practically worshipped him. 

"That's good." I said. "Because I'm his granddaughter. How do you think he'd like it if I told him what you were yelling at my coworker this morning? Not a very good reflection on the station, guys. How would you like it if someone talked that way to your mothers?" 

Total silence. Guilty stares down at full plates. I walked back to the kitchen and cleaned up. The assholes finished their food, left in silence and did not fail to leave a substantial tip behind, which I gave to my harassed coworker. And yeah, I did tell my granddad about it later that week when he came over for dinner. When he died a few years later, those same asshole firemen were in attendance, having given the hearse an honorary escort to the churchyard where he was buried. And none of them could look me in the eye, even after all that time.

The End.