I seriously wish ALL men understood how stressful interacting with them even casually can be. Here's a breakdown of my night. I was closing alone tonight and some dude was smoking outside on our patio, but I needed to stack chairs to bring them inside for the night I stack ones farther away from him because I figure give him more chill time. He offers to help, I'm polite about it and thankful even if I didn't really want it. Favors aren't always free. He starts asking questions: