Are you stalking me?
Alright, things have been going pretty well, started to talk to a friend that hated me for a bit, we're on semi-good terms as of now, I hate my mom, she's going insane, and I'm still having kidney problems...oh well. OH and I have a 40 year old stalker. Shocking? Just imagine my amazment. this is how it started:
A while back this guy named John Stoddart would came into my store, and right of the bat he just seemed like a cool guy, I was vacuuming the fist day he came in and for some reason he just found the need to step on the cord, I didn't think anything of it. He started to come in a whole lot more and we would have short close ended conversations about stupid stuff, never lasting more than 2 or 3 minutes. We talked like you would talk to your uncle or something. Keep in mind this guy's older than my dad and a frequent customer. So he's been coming in a lot for the past month or so, and you know whatever. So the day before yesterday he came in and it was just me and Chris working. Chris was doing something and I checked Mr. Stoddart out. I rang up his movies, and accepted payment. In his wallet, along with his money, he pulled out a business card that he'd printed his cellular number on and set it on the counter and just said "take this" I looked at it, and didn't look back up at him and just said "alright" after a lot of gagging and dry heaving I tossed the card, and brushed it off. I was over it about an hour later. About two hours later, we had slowed down a bit and there weren't as many customers. The familiar bing of the door and I turn to greet and who comes walking through the door? Mr. Stoddart! He rented two movies and supposidely he watched them both and was returning them, and bought two 20 oz. drinks. I was kinda freaked out at this point. He didn't say anything really and then he left. I went home and took like 12 showers b/c I could stop thinking about him masturbating to child porn. So then yesterday, when I had to go into work, everything was pretty normal, long and boring. Then around..8 or so, psycho perv walks in again. (btw he knows I'm only 17) I freaked out. Emily had already known that he was creeping me out and grabbed my arm and hid me behind the manager's pit. He grabbed a movie, paid and left, and didn't come back that night. I didn't work today so I don't know if he came in today, but I was told that if he comes in again and says anything I have to call the police. I was so freaked out I wanted to cry. But that's my story
My brother's are spending the summer in Flordia. I really miss Tommy :( oh well, I think they'll be back in August for Tommy's birthday. I hope they come home sooner, but anyway I'm out. TTYL
Quote of the Day: Don't masturbate to child porn.
A while back this guy named John Stoddart would came into my store, and right of the bat he just seemed like a cool guy, I was vacuuming the fist day he came in and for some reason he just found the need to step on the cord, I didn't think anything of it. He started to come in a whole lot more and we would have short close ended conversations about stupid stuff, never lasting more than 2 or 3 minutes. We talked like you would talk to your uncle or something. Keep in mind this guy's older than my dad and a frequent customer. So he's been coming in a lot for the past month or so, and you know whatever. So the day before yesterday he came in and it was just me and Chris working. Chris was doing something and I checked Mr. Stoddart out. I rang up his movies, and accepted payment. In his wallet, along with his money, he pulled out a business card that he'd printed his cellular number on and set it on the counter and just said "take this" I looked at it, and didn't look back up at him and just said "alright" after a lot of gagging and dry heaving I tossed the card, and brushed it off. I was over it about an hour later. About two hours later, we had slowed down a bit and there weren't as many customers. The familiar bing of the door and I turn to greet and who comes walking through the door? Mr. Stoddart! He rented two movies and supposidely he watched them both and was returning them, and bought two 20 oz. drinks. I was kinda freaked out at this point. He didn't say anything really and then he left. I went home and took like 12 showers b/c I could stop thinking about him masturbating to child porn. So then yesterday, when I had to go into work, everything was pretty normal, long and boring. Then around..8 or so, psycho perv walks in again. (btw he knows I'm only 17) I freaked out. Emily had already known that he was creeping me out and grabbed my arm and hid me behind the manager's pit. He grabbed a movie, paid and left, and didn't come back that night. I didn't work today so I don't know if he came in today, but I was told that if he comes in again and says anything I have to call the police. I was so freaked out I wanted to cry. But that's my story
My brother's are spending the summer in Flordia. I really miss Tommy :( oh well, I think they'll be back in August for Tommy's birthday. I hope they come home sooner, but anyway I'm out. TTYL
Quote of the Day: Don't masturbate to child porn.