Creepy dudes at a bar rarely catch a hint. You could literally tell them to their face that you're uninterested and the persistent vultures just think you're being coy. If only there were some audaciously insulting way that the victims of creepy bar flies could get payback against their leering peers? In this story, there definitely is.

Which would you rather find living in your attic, 1000 cockroaches or 1 human person?

There should be a rule that creepy people don't get to take public transit.

Trust your gut.