H&M: Harassment & Mediocre Clothes

I'm from England. When I came to visit NYC, I fell in love with it, but have never been so harassed in my life. Case in point... My sister is shopping in H & M. (central Manhatten, middle of the day) I am bored of this so sit down on a chair by the main entrance. A shop assistant materialises and just stands there, staring at me and starts blowing kisses and licking his lips. him: Hey beautiful me: er... hey him: Give me your phone number me: excuse me, but do I know you? him: I think you want to me: No, I really don't think I do (politest British accent) him: Give me your number I want to call you me: why would I do that? him: because you're gonna sleep with me tonight me: Well I suggest you draw my face on your pillow and hump it cause that's the only way it's gonna happen. Now FUCK. OFF. before I shout for the store manager (in a much less polite tone, alarming nearby shoppers) Seriously - who employed this guy! Embarrassed he walks away, Such a shame I didn't have my camera to hand! written by Ruth, UK.