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This is from Waffle House days.
I worked the night shift Mon- Thurs from 9 PM to 7 AM. I seem to get all the freaks. There was this guy we'll call him "Steve", that came in every morning at 3AM. Finally he got the nerve up to ask me on a date. My first reaction was, "Not if you were the last man on earth." what I said was, "I am sorry I don't date customers."
So, he looks a bit depressed and goes on his marry way. 7Am rolls around, my feet hurt and I smell like nasty egg grease all I want to do is go home. In comes Steve with a dozen roses and he is walking straight for me. I look around and there is no escape all exits are blocked. He thrusts them in my face and says, "I know you will go out with me one day." He walks out the door.
This is what I get for being nice to every freak that walks into the place. A little background, the guy has 5 kids and three ex wives. He isn't exactly a looker either.
So I started to get daily gifts for him which I left stacked in the managers office. My manager Tammy tells me if he does one thing that even looks harmful she was going to have the cops here in 10 seconds.
So I go in for my shift a few weeks later., I feel like crap, Tammy takes one look at me and tells me to go home. I walk out the door that leads into the prep and cook area. There is Steve. He asks if I am ok, I tell hi I am fine and to please leave me alone.
Up to this point all he had done is give me stuff which I had tried several times to give back to him. Now I get in my truck and head home. I being sick and oblivious to my surroundings, get out of my truck and head for the stairs to my apartment, which I share with a big teddy bear of a guy, who also happens to talk with a lisp and be very very gay.
I am halfway up the stairs when I hear. "Luckymom, stop!" I stop dead in my tracks and look back. There is Steve. All that is running through my mind is HOLY CRAP! this guy followed me home. I run up the stairs. I am literally scared. I know this guy hasn't done anything yet but he was starting to creep me out.
Loni my roommate is home, and I tell him under no circumstances let the guy in and I was calling the cops.
BANG BANG BANG, Steve is pounding on the door. Now let me describe Loni a bit better too you, 6'4" 220 pounds mostly muscle, around 40 years old. Now he is dressed in a skin tight shirt and leather pants. He was getting ready to go out clubbing.
Loni opens the door. Steve, 5'8" 130 pounds maybe, apparently turned right around and left.
About 4 minutes later the cops show up take a report and get his name and description from me. He is no longer allowed inside the Waffle House and I am to call them if he shows up again. He never came back after seeing Loni.
So anyway I asked Loni, why did you open the door I told you not too.
Loni's reply, "Well honey, I just had to see who had you so scared. I had never seen that look on your face before."
I worked the night shift Mon- Thurs from 9 PM to 7 AM. I seem to get all the freaks. There was this guy we'll call him "Steve", that came in every morning at 3AM. Finally he got the nerve up to ask me on a date. My first reaction was, "Not if you were the last man on earth." what I said was, "I am sorry I don't date customers."
So, he looks a bit depressed and goes on his marry way. 7Am rolls around, my feet hurt and I smell like nasty egg grease all I want to do is go home. In comes Steve with a dozen roses and he is walking straight for me. I look around and there is no escape all exits are blocked. He thrusts them in my face and says, "I know you will go out with me one day." He walks out the door.
This is what I get for being nice to every freak that walks into the place. A little background, the guy has 5 kids and three ex wives. He isn't exactly a looker either.
So I started to get daily gifts for him which I left stacked in the managers office. My manager Tammy tells me if he does one thing that even looks harmful she was going to have the cops here in 10 seconds.
So I go in for my shift a few weeks later., I feel like crap, Tammy takes one look at me and tells me to go home. I walk out the door that leads into the prep and cook area. There is Steve. He asks if I am ok, I tell hi I am fine and to please leave me alone.
Up to this point all he had done is give me stuff which I had tried several times to give back to him. Now I get in my truck and head home. I being sick and oblivious to my surroundings, get out of my truck and head for the stairs to my apartment, which I share with a big teddy bear of a guy, who also happens to talk with a lisp and be very very gay.
I am halfway up the stairs when I hear. "Luckymom, stop!" I stop dead in my tracks and look back. There is Steve. All that is running through my mind is HOLY CRAP! this guy followed me home. I run up the stairs. I am literally scared. I know this guy hasn't done anything yet but he was starting to creep me out.
Loni my roommate is home, and I tell him under no circumstances let the guy in and I was calling the cops.
BANG BANG BANG, Steve is pounding on the door. Now let me describe Loni a bit better too you, 6'4" 220 pounds mostly muscle, around 40 years old. Now he is dressed in a skin tight shirt and leather pants. He was getting ready to go out clubbing.
Loni opens the door. Steve, 5'8" 130 pounds maybe, apparently turned right around and left.
About 4 minutes later the cops show up take a report and get his name and description from me. He is no longer allowed inside the Waffle House and I am to call them if he shows up again. He never came back after seeing Loni.
So anyway I asked Loni, why did you open the door I told you not too.
Loni's reply, "Well honey, I just had to see who had you so scared. I had never seen that look on your face before."
Definitely, Thank God for Loni!!!!! It would be incredibly scary if you lived alone or he was not home. You are a brave soul for working that crazy night shift, I don't think I could ever do it. I'm glad you're OK.
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