That's horrible. I hope you got what you wanted, but I also kind of don't because that means that the manager would rather fire you than acknowledge that a female was being abusive.
I guess I'll share my story since it's as good a time as any; I have a vague memory of sharing this elsewhere online, might have been here, but fuck it. I worked in a "fast dining" restaurant, so imagine McDonald's-style register, but we make the food fresh and bring the food to your table like a real restaurant. I was working the register with this other girl; I was 23 and she was 17 and supposedly a goody-two-shoes, devout Christian, small (5'0''). Even her name was super-Christian, picture something like Chastity. So anyway, as with any other restaurant, things get hectic very often. Cooks running around everywhere, people at the register need to also be waiters, etc. So we obviously end up running into each other sometimes and it's usually no big deal. Here is the layout of the worker's stations, this is important:
So Chastity was put in charge of the front despite her being too short to reach half of the shit she needs to be doing over there, because they "need to train her" even though I'm always the one in charge of the front while also taking orders and work full time. She has to squeak out orders to cooks and the front of house (me). Whatever, I guess I'll just take all the orders, serve all the food, and bus all the tables, not like I'll ever catch a break in staffing anyway. I walk up to my register as she is facing the kitchen and doing whatever it is she is doing over there. I'm taking an order from a customer. Chastity walks over to the salad station and starts putting together a salad or something but then she hears a customer call me and thought that it was her being called. She is stationed on Register 2 BTW, and I am on Register 1, and she knows this, so there is no real confusion there. She turns around as if she is going to take the order on Register 1 which she isn't allowed to do, and in the process of turning around plants a fat palm on my ass cheek. No ambiguity about it, she slapped my ass. Obviously it was a mistake, so she says "I'm sorry." Meanwhile, you can imagine that I feel awkward as fuck right now, an incel who just got his ass slapped mid-sentence with a customer. So I try to laugh it off and I am very obviously saying this in a joking way: "Haha, don't worry about it, any time."
Fast forward a few hours, I'm called into the manager's office. No clue what this is about. "So, I heard that there was an incident earlier today at the front of the line." I'm jogging my memory because that was about 200 customers ago and I haven't really had time to internalize anything. "Oh, you mean when Chastity slapped my ass? I'm sure it was a mistake and she apologized, no big deal." Manager: "Yes, about that, Chastity has filed a complaint against you for sexual harassment." WHAT. "Excuse me?" Him: "You don't really have much of a say in this, you just need to listen to her report and tell me if it is accurate."
So basically he narrates the story I just told, but obviously she left out the part where I laughed and said it in a joking way. I might be socially handicapped but I know how to inflect my voice for a joke. I clarify that point to him and he just says, "I made a note, but other than that, the report is accurate?" I agree and have to sign. "Wait, so I get my ass slapped, and I try to lighten the mood about it, and I'M the sexual deviant?" Manager pretty much laughed and said "Yes."
Now I have some paper in some company's database where I sign off on committing sexual harassment on a minor inside the work establishment. Thankfully the male boss saw how ludicrous the whole situation was and just gave me a verbal warning and nothing more. But fuck me if you think I'm ever even going to feel safe joking with or responding to anything sexual done to me by a woman.
