I'm just tired of it

Sorry about the clickbait title, I'm on mobile so I will be changing it when I get home. Here's my story:<br><br>I've worked as a server for almost 7 years, in all sorts of restaurants. I've only had 3 weird customer experiences, and they all happened in one place, at one time.<br><br>I worked at a popular restaurant chain for 3 years, in a touristy city with lots of hotels, in a location that was part of a strip mall with a few shops and another restaurant. When the restaurant opened in 2017, we were swarmed with regulars who came every single day, rain or shine. The regulars were split into the good and the bad, with the bad outnumbering the good 2:1. One of the things that we had to do was to write down who was seated at what table in our system, which displayed the info in the dining room, so I will be referring to customers and tables by number. 100-117 was the patio, 201-214 the bar, 300-413 the dining room, and 500-511 the private dining room.<br><br>#1 - table 312 - it was my first table on my second day working there, the 3rd overall table I had ever served in my life up to that point. I took their order and ran it to the kitchen. I noticed the guy sitting at the table was staring intensely at me through the window. He didn't stop staring at me as I put the order in, and he even followed me with his eyes as I walked away. I walked back to the server's station in the middle of the dining room and started writing some side work stuff down. I looked up to see him walk over to me. He stood there for a moment before speaking, and then he said "I love you." I was 21 and still new, so I laughed and said thank you and walked away. He did the same thing after I dropped off their food, and again when I dropped off their check. He came up to me again as he was leaving and gave me a piece of paper with a phone number on it. It was the restaurant's phone number, but with a message and his name written in pen on it. I went digging and found out that the restaurant he worked at was about a block away, on the same street as the strip mall we were in. He came in 3 more times after that, always to my table, as he would ask for me when he called to make the reservation. I ignored him from then on, and thankfully the restaurant I worked at took inappropriate customer behavior seriously and only allowed him to come in once more after I complained to management.<br><br>#2 - table 307 - it was an older looking couple, in their 60s. They were very friendly and talkative, and they told me they were from out of town. They asked what there was to do in the area, I told them a list of places, and they picked two. I asked if they needed directions, and they said no, they could figure it out. They were one of my last tables of the night, and they didn't leave until 45 minutes after my shift ended. That's fine, they tipped well and were friendly. The next day I came in for my shift and my co-workers were whispering. They told me they had to call the police the night before because a couple matching my description of table 307 came into the restaurant, looking for me. They said they were my mom and dad, and that they wanted to see if I worked the next night. I was creeped out, but I went on with my shift. They didn't show up that night, thankfully, and I didn't hear anything about them again until 6 months later, when they came in again and caused another scene looking for me. They never came in again after that, thankfully.<br><br>#3 - table 501 - it was my first private dining room table, and it was a group of 10 who had all come from out of town for a conference. They were all friendly, and we chatted for a bit. We figured out that I was younger than all of their kids, and we talked about generational differences and how the world has changed. I took their order and ran it to the kitchen, and then one of the men approached me as I was walking away. He told me how impressed he was with how mature and put together I was, especially at my age, and he said he wished his daughter could be more like me. I thanked him and walked back to the server's station. I came back about 15 minutes later to check on them, and that same man approached me again. This time he handed me a folded up $100 bill. He told me to put it towards my college tuition, and that I deserved to have a good life. I thanked him and walked away, trying not to tears up. I came back to check on them again after I had dropped off their food, and that man's wife approached me. She told me that her and her husband were both very impressed with how professional I was, and they said they couldn't believe someone my age could be so mature. I thanked her, and as she walked away the man who had given me $100 approached me again. This time he handed me another folded up $100 bill. He told me it was from him and his wife, and that they wanted to help me with whatever my plans were after high school. I tried to explain to him that I had already graduated and was in college, but he didn't let me finish. He told me he was a lawyer, and that he would pay for my law school in full if I wanted to be a lawyer, just please don't contact him, he would find me when the time came. I was dumbfounded, and I just walked away as the lump in my throat got tighter. I walked back to the server's station and broke down and cried. My manager came over and asked what was wrong, I handed her the $200 and told her what happened. She took the $200 from me and told me she would put it in the safe and give it to me at the end of my shift. I took a 15 minute break to compose myself, and then I came back to work. I was going to check on table 501, but my manager stopped me and told me not to. 10 minutes later, she came back to me and told me table 501 had asked for their check, and she was going to run it out to them. I offered to help carry the trays out to them, and when we walked out she handed the main guy who had talked to me the check, as well as a napkin covered plate. She told him she hoped him and his wife would like their dessert, and he smiled and said thank you. When they left, she came over to me and lifted up her shirt to show me the $200. She unbuttoned the top 3 buttons of her uniform and pulled it back, the money tucked into her bra. She pulled it out and handed it to me, and told me to put it away. I thanked her and went back to work.<br><br>These experiences all happened the first year I worked there, and they have stuck with me ever since. $200 is a lot of money to someone who is broke, especially when it is given to you on the spot. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I had gotten in contact with the lawyer, but who knows. The other two experiences I would rather not think about, but they have taught me to be cautious and more aware when interacting with new people.<br><br>So, weird lawyer guy who I think was trying to groom me, let's not meet again.