On a lighter note, some of you may know I am a hairdresser to trade.
A few years ago a guy from the local Indian restaurany came in to me for a hair cut. I put the cape style black gown around him,( no armholes), put the cutting collar on and started cutting. My gaze was averted by the movement of the gown in an area around his privates. I ignored for a minute or two it but then he started to make low grunting noises while eyeballing me in the mirror. The gown had now taken on a life of its own!!!
I was only halfway through his haircct, put down my scissors and removed the cutting collar. I told him he had 5 seconds to stop what he was doing then I'd pull the gown away.
That soon shook him out of his sexually induced trance and I gave him his marching orders to p--s off out the door and never dare to come back.
He ran like hell out of the door, and couldn't look at me ever again.
I laugh at it now, but I was enraged at the time!!!