Service With a Creepy Smile

So a Delivery person from one of my favorite Japanese places up here is hitting on me...
aggressively. How is that a problem you ask? Why am I not getting a tip instead of giving one with my food? Well this person is a guy...and not just any guy (cause honestly if that's all it was - it wouldn't be that big of a deal) - an incredibly creepy older guy who looks like he might once have been a Hell's Angel and might currently be hiding bodies in the back of his beat up car. Oh yeah and then there's the key word ... Aggressively.

Let me paint you a better mental picture - first off this guy is definitely not Japanese, he's very white - about a hand's breadth taller than me - looks like he weighs about 280lbs - 300lbs (easy) - sporting a scraggy gray beard, long dirty gray hair, a couple of visible tattoos and glasses.
Early on when I first started ordering from this place, He was joking with me that sometime I should order a side of him with my meal (I shit you not he said that) - so I politely let him know that I was not interested (and straight), but still in a light hearted way. In the past (and I've been hit on by men randomly a few times ... I fit into the Bear stereotype quite nicely apparently except for the whole liking cock thing) this has taken care of the problem. Not so with this guy - and every time I ordered since then he's been the driver.
This last time when I went to hand him the money he actually let two of his fingers stroke the inside of my wrist and slowly ran those fingers across my hand while taking the money.
I was so stunned I literally couldn't say or do anything as he walked off.

I'm going to have to either complain to the restaurant or just stop ordering from there - otherwise I might end up getting molested or at least groped. Though on the plus side this guy is most definitely being filed away into my character repertoire.