When I did work in the restaurant business — which was very short-lived — my supervisors practically encouraged the patrons to grab the wait-staff. Most of us were underage, but on more than one occasion I’d have a drunk man at the barside of the establishment slap me on the ass and latch on as I passed. I would launch into a lecture, standing up for myself, and get reprimanded for it. And in the back, I’d have some of the guys in the kitchen say some of the most disgusting, sexually degrading things ever. They were overheard by management (all white, preppy guys) but they did nothing. Regardless of what I’m wearing, which btw was not showy in the slightest, a man old enough to be my father (gross) or anyone, does not have the right to touch me without my consent. As for the garbage, the guys in the back were spewing — christ, it made coming to work every day miserable. Granted, this was 20+ years ago, but it just as true today as it was then.