"I sat at the counter and sketched some pictures on post it notes for the next couple of hours. I began to wonder about what the man had said to me. What kind of woman did it take to work in a place like this? Were people going to take home the wrong idea about me? I thought about the people I have met so far, and how much fun it had been to work there, even when I was scared. It was right then that I decided that I didn't care what anyone else thought. It was a decent paying job for easy work and the atmosphere was sure to give me some stories to tell. Fuck that guy, fuck his accusation, and fuck his yogurt."