So my job brings me all over the place, caring for plants in offices/hotels/restaurants etc. This is known as interiorscaping. I do landscaping too but thats besides the point, just giving context.

I am a "plant person" overall in life. I have visible plant tattoos. I have bright-ass green hair. I have a t shirt that has plants on and a logo for my company. I wear planty pins on it. Im wearing a belt with pruners on it. I am clearly a plant person, but especially so when you see me caring for the plants. I often get the occasional question from patrons of the hotel, generally they are pretty understanding that i dont work there, especially since after they ask they tend to laugh at themselves for it anyway, and make a joke about how they "need one of their own plantsluts for at home, all my plants look like shit". FyPm.

In one of my hotels, theres a pool area with an atrium area and, you guessed it, plants. Im caring for these, as i do, telling them theyre pretty little plants and checking moisture levels. At this particular location, to fill my watering can, i have a key to a janitorial closet and i usually prop the door open with a chair for easy access.

So this party bro is swimming laps in the pool. Party bro, like the kind of dude who looks really pretty with a shirt off, but is wearing neon swim trunks. A flat brimmed sportsball hat sits on the table near his phone. He starts some small talk with me while im watering the plant nearest to him (schefflera amate, a big ol beauty of a plant) and its him telling me how hes in town for this big show tonight and hes so excited. Have i ever heard of that artist? Do i know his music?? Well he knows all about it and babbles on a bit while i water my plants, and smile politely, even tho this conversation forces me to pause listening to my awesome sci fi audio book right as the plot develops. Ugh come on headphones, work your magic... I finish the plant im tending to and move on to the next. Eventually he sort of trails off. I head to refill my watering can.

As i grab the hose in the closet, i hear a sound behind me. Its party bro. He's entering the closet. He pushes the chair out of the way, and the door shuts behind him. So now, im a 20 something skinny female in a closet that can't be opened from the outside without a key, and this shirtless bro i dont know is between me and the door. Im immediately uncomfortable because this is highly unexpected and ive been in a few nasty situations before with men. Party bro has no idea how uncomfortable i feel at the moment and laughs nervously and is like...

"Can i ask you a question?"

"Ummmmm sure?" I say as my mind races between my options. I can spray him with some hot water from the hose. I have pruners. Im holding a watering can, i can hit him with that. I have the keys to the closet too. Right around the time I put my hand on my pruners, he asks

"Do you know where i can get any molly?"

I laugh. What the fuck?? My mind calms down a bit. This dude is just naive, hes not going to hurt me. My heart is fucking hammering away in my chest tho.

"Ummmm sorry no. Im not from around here" (this is true, i drive about 40 minutes to this account)

"But the lady at the desk told me you'd help me find anything i needed!" He winks, which creeps me out in a different way. I assume this was kind of a joke tho, i dont imagine the front desk lady meant anything of that sort. "I just wanna have a real good time at this show tonight"

"I dont actually work here though. I just water the plants" and point to my company logo on my chest. At this point i think he starts to regret this aggressive method of soliciting me for drugs and laughs nervously.

"Well do you have any weed?" (Of course i do, and its medicinal$$$, and im not sharing it with you partybro!!)

I laugh and say no, sorry, and go back to filling my watering can, pointedly looking away because really?? Why would i ever do something illegal in my uniform, while clocked in at work? Jeez. He awkwardly backs out of the room and the door shuts behind him. I hear him try the door again a few seconds later and, since its locked, it wont open from outside. I wait literally 5 minutes because i dont want to run into him waiting outside the door.

As i walk out, hes still standing there. So close i actually have to jerk back to avoid walking in to him. And i splash him with some water. Whatever its a pool area anyway. He doesn't seem to get the hint that he's too close tho.

"What about coke or lucy?" He asks. At this point, im a little red in the face. From how hot the pool closet is, from this situation, from all of it. I know i have green hair but that doesnt mean im your psychedelic queen here with all the party drugs you need for this fabulous main stream show youre going to tonight.

I say "dude, no, stop." And with the annoyed look on my face, its enough for him to get the hint. He runs back to his table and grabs his shit and eventually leaves. I love my plants and they love me back. I still have mealy bugs on some of the pothos. Thats not party bros fault tho. Thats just the reality of pool atriums.

Tldr: dude corners me in a closet and makes a joke about me working here and how hes looking for drugs. Fucks off. Plants get watered.