How does one deal with a stalker?
I'm not sure I can even call this man a stalker yet, but he's terrifying. This is cross-posted from y!gallery. If anyone has ideas please let me know.
OH EM GEE.
Okay, let me start by giving everyone a background if I haven't yet.
Back when I worked at Walmart, there was this guy who came in a lot. I guess as far as Walmart customers go, he's about as close to a regular as you can get, at least in the apparel department.
He's a giant ginger, and by giant I mean over 6' tall and probably just as wide.
He would come into walmart and ask us to measure him. He would hang around the fitting room for ages, and there was a day when he made my friend and I help him study for a test on recyclables. WTF. Then he had us get our manager (who's name he knew) and tell her there was a man here about recyclables. When we did, the look on her face can only be described as intense horror.
I rejoiced when I went to Speedway, certain I was free of this annoyance.
NO.
The first night I encountered him there, he bought every item on the grill. And ATE most of them right there. at least a dozen items he ATE IN THE STORE ALL AT ONCE.
Now, I'm no small girl and I have an appetite to match mah waist size, but WHAT THE FUCK.
After that, he made me put more hot dogs on the roller. They take about an hour to cook and he WAITED until they were done. Wouldn't microwave them, had to wait. -.-
THEN he goes and loads them all up, is finally about to leave, and what happens? you guessed it, he FUCKING DROPS THEM ALL!
I figure, 'great, he's going to stay here all fucking night waiting for them to be done AGAIN.' Instead, he demands that I call my manger (who's name he knows) who is coming in at five in the morning (it was about 2 at this point) and get her to okay a refund.
THEN. AFTER I REFUND HIM. HE WAITS FOR THE SAME FOOD ITEMS TO BE DONE AGAIN.
That was...awful. I guess a week or two later he came in and payed Bree entirely in free coupons for food, which take forever to ring up, because you can only do one per transaction. (Grill items ring up 2/$2 but the coupons are worth $1.49 so you can't ring up two at once or you'll technically owe the person money)
OKAY.
ON TO TONIGHT.
IT was bad enough because Steven was working with me until midnight. That boy is sooooo annoying. He has the most dull stories ever to tell and tells them like they're so exciting and I should be excited to hear about how he ZOMG ALMOST GOT SHORT CHANGED and shit. Uh, no.
Well, that was just the start. After he leaves, no more than five minutes later, Andy walks in the door. HE greets me "hey babe."
NO. He did NOT just call me BABE.
Whatever. It was fairly busy at that point, so I kinda ignored him and waited on other customers. He buys his usual 6 tornados and 6 sausages. Eats them all in the goddamn store with a 44oz drink. wtf.
And he can't just leave it at that. HE HAS TO TALK AT THE SAME TIME. He has to tell me about his [imaginary] girlfriend.
Well, it started out as him telling me how his grandmother misinformed him as to what college football game was going on that night and so he wore LSU colors even though they weren't playing or some shit like that.
Like, he showed me the shirt and expected me to know that this was some sort of strange faux pas. ERM!?
For starters, I'm like...a girl and stuff. And obviously not the sporty type. I like ice hockey, and that's IT. Football, ESPECIALLY college football, is the almost as interesting to me as Steven talking about almost getting shortchanged. BLARGH. Well, anyways, I guess this was just an intro to telling me about his totally4realz girlfriend.
He had to go on about this magical girl who goes to LSU and she had a 4.025 GPA in high school even though she got a C+ in Chinese she can still get a more than perfect GPA coming out. I was already suspicious when he said he had a girlfriend, but the 4.025 when she was scoring Cs was red flag 2.
Then he was like, "Yeah, she's a cheerleader there." WUT. WUT WUT WUT. WUUUUUUT.
So at this point, I'm thinking, "Well, hell, maybe I'll pretend I have a girlfriend at LSU too!!" (TTLYKAWAIIAZN:DDD) but I didn't really get a chance, because it goes ON. (Yeah, I know)
The magical 4.025 cheerleader with the magical 4.025 scholarship that disappears if she doesn't get a 4.025 GPA every semester isn't preppy, she just is a geek who's hot and likes partying and cheerleading and vidyagames.
At this point I'm wondering if it came from an H game and he just replaced -insert prestigious fake boarding school here- with the home of his favorite college football team. I also should add that this is Ohio and most people round these here parts can't even SPELL Louisiana, much less do they root for their goddamn college football team.
But oh god, it couldn't have ended then.
This really cool old biker guy came in. His name is Highway. Well, I don't know his real name, nobody does, but we all know him by Highway and he's fuckawesome. But Andy has to talk to this poor man for another hour. By now it's about 2:00 and he's been in the store for 2 hours.
When Highway is finally able to make his escape, Andy promises he's leaving. THEN HE TRIES TO HUG ME. DO NOT WANT. FUCK. So he's like putting an arm around me and I'm trying not to get raped and thank GOD someone came into the store so he backed off. WTF, dude. ;_;
Now of course, despite his promises, he does not leave at this point. He stays, talking about all sorts of boring ass bullshit and making up fucking stupid stories before he FINALLY says he's going to leave again around 3:40ish.
He's walking out the door and he's like, "See you later sweetheart. Love you." WUT.
NOOOO.
WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME!?
I am not nice to him, I'm barely tolerant of his bullshit, I'm TRYING to get him to leave, and he fucking says 'love you!?" igargjaejioreajpohtajiajel
And it gets WORSE. HE COMES BACK IN AFTER HE LEFT THE DOOR. wryyyyyy. ;___;
He decides he wants to work here, so he goes to fill out an application, which somehow takes another hour. So now it's 4:40 and my boss is supposed to be in at 5:00. I don't want this man here when Curt gets here! And yet he was. I tried and tried to get him to leave, tried to warn him the manager doesn't like when he stays so long, and he just refused to go.
I'm giving customers eyes begging for help now. I whisper 'he's been here for five hours' to the regulars, but they just laugh and think I'm kidding. IT's like some horrible survival horror game and I'm starting to panic. I don't trust this man, he tries to touch me, says he loves me, and I'm just...I can't take it....this is fucking SCARY.
Curt finally shows up. I'm trying not to freak the fuck out (and failing) now. I was barely able to get ANY shift work done because of this guy being here. I can't leave him on the floor because if a customer comes in, he'll scare them the fuck away. I can't call the cops because I know he's not stealing and I don't wanna bother them for something like loitering. BUT GOD FUCKING JESUS BUDDHA CHRIST FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER XENU JOHNNY DEPP NOMURA!#(T429u5t
He's bugging the regulars and talking to them and I can tell they're freaked out and there's nothing I can do until FINALLY he leaves. FINALLY. He came in about 12:00 AM. He left at 5:20. No. Fucking. Joke.
And I go to Curt and I'm trying not to scream or puke or cry and I'm like, "He was here since 12 last night. I tried and tried and he would NOT LEAVE."
And Curt just gave me this 'no fucking way' look. And it's not even that he didn't believe it, because I guess this guy does it kinda a lot. But Geez. I guess they warn him all the time and he doesn't listen and I'm still freaking out about it. This is way too creepy. -sobs-
I don't know what to do, but I'm almost afraid to go to work. What if he comes back tonight? An entire shift. I can't take it. This man is terrifying from the creepo vibes, calling me 'love', trying to touch me... but I mean, he hasn't made threats, so I don't think I can get a protective order or something.
I'm so paranoid afraid he'll be like one of those celebrity stalkers who tries to kill me or something. Like the crazy Bjork man. Or Mark Chapman or something. Except I don't think this guy's obsessed with any books 'cause I'm not sure he can read and Gihaohgtaoutllll...5u95.;;
I don't know what to do. I really don't. At first it was a little amusing, but now...he's trying to figure out where I live, too. I told him Kent, and that's all I would say, and he started naming streets and I just wanted to cry. I don't want him to know anything about me. I just want him to disappear.
OH EM GEE.
Okay, let me start by giving everyone a background if I haven't yet.
Back when I worked at Walmart, there was this guy who came in a lot. I guess as far as Walmart customers go, he's about as close to a regular as you can get, at least in the apparel department.
He's a giant ginger, and by giant I mean over 6' tall and probably just as wide.
He would come into walmart and ask us to measure him. He would hang around the fitting room for ages, and there was a day when he made my friend and I help him study for a test on recyclables. WTF. Then he had us get our manager (who's name he knew) and tell her there was a man here about recyclables. When we did, the look on her face can only be described as intense horror.
I rejoiced when I went to Speedway, certain I was free of this annoyance.
NO.
The first night I encountered him there, he bought every item on the grill. And ATE most of them right there. at least a dozen items he ATE IN THE STORE ALL AT ONCE.
Now, I'm no small girl and I have an appetite to match mah waist size, but WHAT THE FUCK.
After that, he made me put more hot dogs on the roller. They take about an hour to cook and he WAITED until they were done. Wouldn't microwave them, had to wait. -.-
THEN he goes and loads them all up, is finally about to leave, and what happens? you guessed it, he FUCKING DROPS THEM ALL!
I figure, 'great, he's going to stay here all fucking night waiting for them to be done AGAIN.' Instead, he demands that I call my manger (who's name he knows) who is coming in at five in the morning (it was about 2 at this point) and get her to okay a refund.
THEN. AFTER I REFUND HIM. HE WAITS FOR THE SAME FOOD ITEMS TO BE DONE AGAIN.
That was...awful. I guess a week or two later he came in and payed Bree entirely in free coupons for food, which take forever to ring up, because you can only do one per transaction. (Grill items ring up 2/$2 but the coupons are worth $1.49 so you can't ring up two at once or you'll technically owe the person money)
OKAY.
ON TO TONIGHT.
IT was bad enough because Steven was working with me until midnight. That boy is sooooo annoying. He has the most dull stories ever to tell and tells them like they're so exciting and I should be excited to hear about how he ZOMG ALMOST GOT SHORT CHANGED and shit. Uh, no.
Well, that was just the start. After he leaves, no more than five minutes later, Andy walks in the door. HE greets me "hey babe."
NO. He did NOT just call me BABE.
Whatever. It was fairly busy at that point, so I kinda ignored him and waited on other customers. He buys his usual 6 tornados and 6 sausages. Eats them all in the goddamn store with a 44oz drink. wtf.
And he can't just leave it at that. HE HAS TO TALK AT THE SAME TIME. He has to tell me about his [imaginary] girlfriend.
Well, it started out as him telling me how his grandmother misinformed him as to what college football game was going on that night and so he wore LSU colors even though they weren't playing or some shit like that.
Like, he showed me the shirt and expected me to know that this was some sort of strange faux pas. ERM!?
For starters, I'm like...a girl and stuff. And obviously not the sporty type. I like ice hockey, and that's IT. Football, ESPECIALLY college football, is the almost as interesting to me as Steven talking about almost getting shortchanged. BLARGH. Well, anyways, I guess this was just an intro to telling me about his totally4realz girlfriend.
He had to go on about this magical girl who goes to LSU and she had a 4.025 GPA in high school even though she got a C+ in Chinese she can still get a more than perfect GPA coming out. I was already suspicious when he said he had a girlfriend, but the 4.025 when she was scoring Cs was red flag 2.
Then he was like, "Yeah, she's a cheerleader there." WUT. WUT WUT WUT. WUUUUUUT.
So at this point, I'm thinking, "Well, hell, maybe I'll pretend I have a girlfriend at LSU too!!" (TTLYKAWAIIAZN:DDD) but I didn't really get a chance, because it goes ON. (Yeah, I know)
The magical 4.025 cheerleader with the magical 4.025 scholarship that disappears if she doesn't get a 4.025 GPA every semester isn't preppy, she just is a geek who's hot and likes partying and cheerleading and vidyagames.
At this point I'm wondering if it came from an H game and he just replaced -insert prestigious fake boarding school here- with the home of his favorite college football team. I also should add that this is Ohio and most people round these here parts can't even SPELL Louisiana, much less do they root for their goddamn college football team.
But oh god, it couldn't have ended then.
This really cool old biker guy came in. His name is Highway. Well, I don't know his real name, nobody does, but we all know him by Highway and he's fuckawesome. But Andy has to talk to this poor man for another hour. By now it's about 2:00 and he's been in the store for 2 hours.
When Highway is finally able to make his escape, Andy promises he's leaving. THEN HE TRIES TO HUG ME. DO NOT WANT. FUCK. So he's like putting an arm around me and I'm trying not to get raped and thank GOD someone came into the store so he backed off. WTF, dude. ;_;
Now of course, despite his promises, he does not leave at this point. He stays, talking about all sorts of boring ass bullshit and making up fucking stupid stories before he FINALLY says he's going to leave again around 3:40ish.
He's walking out the door and he's like, "See you later sweetheart. Love you." WUT.
NOOOO.
WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME!?
I am not nice to him, I'm barely tolerant of his bullshit, I'm TRYING to get him to leave, and he fucking says 'love you!?" igargjaejioreajpohtajiajel
And it gets WORSE. HE COMES BACK IN AFTER HE LEFT THE DOOR. wryyyyyy. ;___;
He decides he wants to work here, so he goes to fill out an application, which somehow takes another hour. So now it's 4:40 and my boss is supposed to be in at 5:00. I don't want this man here when Curt gets here! And yet he was. I tried and tried to get him to leave, tried to warn him the manager doesn't like when he stays so long, and he just refused to go.
I'm giving customers eyes begging for help now. I whisper 'he's been here for five hours' to the regulars, but they just laugh and think I'm kidding. IT's like some horrible survival horror game and I'm starting to panic. I don't trust this man, he tries to touch me, says he loves me, and I'm just...I can't take it....this is fucking SCARY.
Curt finally shows up. I'm trying not to freak the fuck out (and failing) now. I was barely able to get ANY shift work done because of this guy being here. I can't leave him on the floor because if a customer comes in, he'll scare them the fuck away. I can't call the cops because I know he's not stealing and I don't wanna bother them for something like loitering. BUT GOD FUCKING JESUS BUDDHA CHRIST FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER XENU JOHNNY DEPP NOMURA!#(T429u5t
He's bugging the regulars and talking to them and I can tell they're freaked out and there's nothing I can do until FINALLY he leaves. FINALLY. He came in about 12:00 AM. He left at 5:20. No. Fucking. Joke.
And I go to Curt and I'm trying not to scream or puke or cry and I'm like, "He was here since 12 last night. I tried and tried and he would NOT LEAVE."
And Curt just gave me this 'no fucking way' look. And it's not even that he didn't believe it, because I guess this guy does it kinda a lot. But Geez. I guess they warn him all the time and he doesn't listen and I'm still freaking out about it. This is way too creepy. -sobs-
I don't know what to do, but I'm almost afraid to go to work. What if he comes back tonight? An entire shift. I can't take it. This man is terrifying from the creepo vibes, calling me 'love', trying to touch me... but I mean, he hasn't made threats, so I don't think I can get a protective order or something.
I'm so paranoid afraid he'll be like one of those celebrity stalkers who tries to kill me or something. Like the crazy Bjork man. Or Mark Chapman or something. Except I don't think this guy's obsessed with any books 'cause I'm not sure he can read and Gihaohgtaoutllll...5u95.;;
I don't know what to do. I really don't. At first it was a little amusing, but now...he's trying to figure out where I live, too. I told him Kent, and that's all I would say, and he started naming streets and I just wanted to cry. I don't want him to know anything about me. I just want him to disappear.