Stop Staring at my Tits!

Men, when busted staring at a woman's breasts, please don't try to recover by acting like you are trying to read any logo that may be on her shirt. You were staring, you are busted, please just shut the hell up now. NOTHING you say can convince me you really like the logo on my shirt. I deliberately don't wear 'cute sayings' because I learned the hard way that it makes the drunks stare harder. No amount of, "Oh cool I like your Ralph Lauren logo" is going to cover your ass so please just shut up.
I wore a sweater that was admittedly more body-conscious than I am comfortable with, I just didn't know it fit like that. My chest is very large anyway so I try to hide that by wearing mostly loose fitting tops, and I never unbutton anything if it has buttons. I didn't realize it fit more snugly than normal until I started to catch eyes on my boobs, a lot....a few times here and there, yeah. I also had on a bra that let them jiggle a little (how did I end up with that one?? AT WORK??) We have our share of boob-starers, guys with no social skills who can't help but stare and don't even wait until you look away to glue their peepers back on the ta-tas. But come on, seriously, did no one teach you manners?
One of my least-favorite customers came in and kept staring in an obvious way. Not just looking and then averting but flat-out staring. Openly. It was really pissing me off, I could almost see the film going on in his head and then I needed brain-bleach! I finally told him, "Stop staring at my tits!" in a loud voice, he jerked his eyes away and his face turned red, and he had the balls to DENY IT! "wh--wh---no, no, I wasn't...." I was so disgusted at him by this time I just gave him his loan and walked away. Thankfully, he left immediately. I didn't have to hear his bullsh*t stories about how strippers everywhere want his nasty ass! WHEW!