I always believed something to that effect should be added to the "No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service" signs.
Anyways, this old man, possibly between the ages of 60 and 65, likes to come in and eat regularly.
And by regularly, I mean whenever the cute blondes work.
He is what I classify as the old-man-pervert-creeper.
He sits at the counter and flirts with the waitresses, who are overly-friendly for a nice chunk of change.
In the mean-time, I proceed to fill the salad-bar and alas, I turn to find your disgusting old buttcrack sticking out.
Please, put your shit away.
I promise no one is interested.
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