Coffee Shop of Horrors

So, I step into a little cafe down Cambridge Ave. heading towards Harvard, and I couldn't help over-hearing some guy pestering one of the female barristas. By her quick response of having to clean the back room - I'd guess this wasn't the first time he had bothered her - but, he continued to pressue her into having a conversation with him. He wanted to know when she was going to do a film with him. She was obviously uninterested, saying she was shy and didn't want to be in front of a camera. He continued, saying she would be great on film and that he could make a life for her out of it. She told him she has other plans for her life - she wants to be a teacher or a lawyer. He tells her, incredulously, that these things are hard, require intelligence, and require tests (because, of course, all blonde female service employees are terminally unintelligent - I was livid)! At this point I feel like I have to leave, or I'll end up battering him over the head with an icy bottle of Sobe from the cooler. She was totally handling the shitty situation, but I wished the man knew in the first place that he was injuring the image of men everywhere (and the film industry). I was fuming for days! -Tal