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Crazy Christmas Stalker
I haven't posted here in so long (though thanks to my smartphone I've been lurking 
) but I have to get this off my chest. I just finished dealing with this about fours ago and I am still seeing red.
I work at a gas station that is pre-pay 10pm to 7am. It has been like this for over five years. Every other gas station around us is the same way. Now as yesterday was Christmas Day only a handful of of gas stations were even open. I was doing the 3pm to 11pm so I of course get the first hour of pre-pay which is when most of the people who don't know about it show up.
10:40pm and up pulls SC who gets out of his car and tries to pump his gas.
Me: (over the intercom)Sir, it's pre-pay.
SC: (throwing the pump nozzle on the ground) Stupid bitch.
SC storms in the store with a pissed off look on his face and throws his credit card at me. At least it would have been at me if it wasn't for the piece of glass in between us. Watch boys and girls as the card bounces off the glass and on to the floor so that SC has to pick it up
SC: $20
Me: Okay.
Now no more words are exchanged after this as we go through the payment process and he leaves to pump his gas. I forget all about him as that is a typical reaction. An hour later (thanks to the register messing up making me run late) I finally pull up to my apartment building and park on the street. I just nicely lock my door when I see one of those giant plastic candy cane ornaments slam into the hood of my car. I jump back and immediately grab my purse thinking it was someone trying to rob me. I look up and who is it? Why none other than my SC.
Me: What the fuck?
SC: Yeah that's right bitch I followed you.
Me: (backing away slowly from the obviously CRAZY man) Why?
SC: You can't just treat me like shit! I ain't a thief.
Me: No, just a vandal (I know, not the smartest thing I could have said to the crazy candy cane man)
SC: You bitch! (Notice a pattern here? Apparently his favorite word is bitch)
Luckily my landlord saw what was happening and called 911 then sent her husband outside to help me. My landlord's husband held him until the cops arrived and then I had the fun of making a police report. The guy admitted to the police that he actually waited for me in the parking lot (for over an hour!) and followed me home because he thought I accused him of being a thief when I made him pre-pay.
) but I have to get this off my chest. I just finished dealing with this about fours ago and I am still seeing red.I work at a gas station that is pre-pay 10pm to 7am. It has been like this for over five years. Every other gas station around us is the same way. Now as yesterday was Christmas Day only a handful of of gas stations were even open. I was doing the 3pm to 11pm so I of course get the first hour of pre-pay which is when most of the people who don't know about it show up.
10:40pm and up pulls SC who gets out of his car and tries to pump his gas.
Me: (over the intercom)Sir, it's pre-pay.
SC: (throwing the pump nozzle on the ground) Stupid bitch.
SC storms in the store with a pissed off look on his face and throws his credit card at me. At least it would have been at me if it wasn't for the piece of glass in between us. Watch boys and girls as the card bounces off the glass and on to the floor so that SC has to pick it up
SC: $20
Me: Okay.
Now no more words are exchanged after this as we go through the payment process and he leaves to pump his gas. I forget all about him as that is a typical reaction. An hour later (thanks to the register messing up making me run late) I finally pull up to my apartment building and park on the street. I just nicely lock my door when I see one of those giant plastic candy cane ornaments slam into the hood of my car. I jump back and immediately grab my purse thinking it was someone trying to rob me. I look up and who is it? Why none other than my SC.
Me: What the fuck?
SC: Yeah that's right bitch I followed you.
Me: (backing away slowly from the obviously CRAZY man) Why?
SC: You can't just treat me like shit! I ain't a thief.
Me: No, just a vandal (I know, not the smartest thing I could have said to the crazy candy cane man)
SC: You bitch! (Notice a pattern here? Apparently his favorite word is bitch)
Luckily my landlord saw what was happening and called 911 then sent her husband outside to help me. My landlord's husband held him until the cops arrived and then I had the fun of making a police report. The guy admitted to the police that he actually waited for me in the parking lot (for over an hour!) and followed me home because he thought I accused him of being a thief when I made him pre-pay.
That is so scary! It could've turned out so much worse than it did. Thank God your landlord was looking out for you. 
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