No HR and the Potential Serial Killer Who Visited My Bar

He thoroughly creeped out the entire staff and made us feel unsafe.

Sarah Paris
Corporate Underbelly

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A creepy man smiles
This image elicits the same fear in me that Terry did. Photo by schlappor/Pixabay

“Sarah, can you make these people move seats? I need a good look at the girls who work here,” my new bar regular, Terry, barked these words before I’d even acknowledged him.

A palpable fear began to creep up the back of my neck. I refused his request and told him he could stand or find another seat.

I knew the ick factor and challenges my bartending shift would now entail. Terry, a middle-aged, disheveled, and unusually large man, typically announced his presence with his unpleasant body odor before he even uttered a word. In the several weeks since he’d started visiting the “five-star dive bar” where I bartended, served, and managed, he’d grown bolder in his predatory, off-putting behavior. He’d order a single pint of Bud Lite, and sip on it for hours — from 4:00 p.m. when my shift started until long after the night crowd shuffled in.

Throughout the night, Terry would crumple up dollar bills and throw them at the feet of female staff members. He’d murmur unintelligible words, groan, and then say, “Pick it up.” He told a friend that he wanted to wear her skin. Not the typical creepy regular who the women on our staff could laugh off — we had to stifle back…

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Sarah Paris
Corporate Underbelly

Author of Signs My Toddler Has a Drinking Problem (humor collection).Freelance writer of all things. Looper features writer. Believer. Adventurer. Semi- funny.