alright. seriously? why is it that these things happen while i’m at work. now you all know i love working nights now, right? well, i am at this very minute being reminded why nights can royally suck. this homeless guy (who i am scared to approach b/c he looks like he might possibly be charles manson’s younger brother) is camped out in the lobby eating a sandwich one of the guests bought him. he has been here for over an hour! i am so uncomfortable w/his mere presence that you can bet i will be locking the front doors when he finally leaves and kicking in the guests door who just had to buy him a sandwich. i want to call the police but then i will feel like a real ass b/c i think this guy is probably harmless and doesn’t realize how creepy and wrong he is. wtf? why me? i swear i send the creepy guys some strange unintentional vibe that just brings them to me. ATTENTION ALL CREEPY GUYS: STAY AWAY FROM ME.
in case you don’t know if you are creepy guys, here is how to tell:
1) if i won’t talk to you unless i absolutely have to and continually stare at you like you might rape me, you are creepy. go away.
i don’t really think i can make it much clearer than that, can i?
3hrs later…the smelly creepy homeless guy is back. i knew i should have kept the front door locked…
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