The OTHER, CREEPIER guy who always tries to get in my pants at work (sequel to The creepy guy at McDonald’s)

Oh my God.

Such grace, as she trays my food.

I wish I could touch her butt when she walks by but I feel like she'd slap me in the face...

Which I get.

Boy, I'd love to just have her sit on my lap-

'Here's your food sir.'

Why thank you babe. Oh, just one thing...

'Yes?'

Could you do me a favor and wear a shirt that fits you more snug around the chest-

Oh crap. She went and got her boss.