After parking then walking past the warehouse into work one morning a truckdriver waiting to unload looked me up and down which I didn't mind, but I got uncomfortable when he continued to leer. When he added to it with some remark about joining him in his sleeper the discomfort turned to anger.
So... I jumped up on his running board, got in his face with my deepest male voice I could find and said "Hey big boy! Whatcha got in mind?"
He was imediately situated on the far side of his truck with a priceless look of horror on his face.
I continued into work and shared the experience with girls in the office. We were all still giggling over it when the same driver, paperwork in hand, came in to ask for a signature on his delivery. He tried not to make eye contact though, especially with me. Maybe he thinks now before making rude remarks.
Sandi