Hey baby, can you call my dad?

I may have mentioned in a prior blog (or maybe that’s just my imagination), where I work. In case I haven’t, I work in a public space downtown. I don’t want to give too many details since I still work here. I will say that there is a lot of down time to this job, which leaves a lot of time for people watching.

Since we are open to the public, we get a lot of different people that come in. Some are just your average Joes, and then we get some…colorful people.

During the winter months, we don’t have too many visitor’s. We also typically work by ourselves during these times because it’s super slow, which can be super creepy.


Just yesterday the building was empty and the sun was setting. I was getting some closing duties done early since there was really nothing else to do. This man in his mid 30s came in. He walked straight past me to the restrooms and I thought nothing of it. A few minutes later he comes out of the bathroom and walks directly towards me.

This is when I get a good glimpse of his appearance. He’s covered in neck and face tattoos. Half of which look like he did at home (or prison). He has a black eye, and just has a super rough appearance in general. I try not to stare too long because A) I don’t want to be a creeper and B) He is kind of intimidating looking and I’m instantly creeped out. I should mention, I’m also super paranoid most of the time (thanks horror movies and crime shows!)…and 9 times out of 10, if someone has sh*tty face tattoos, they probably don’t make smart decisions on the regular.


He begins to talking to me, and the following happens:

Him: Hey, yo baby. Can you call my dad for me? I’ve only been in town for three days, I just came back from Nashville?

Me: Really? That’s cool. I’ve only been to Nashville once.

Him: Yeah, it’s nice there. You’d like it.

Me: *thinking to self* I know I’d like it because I clearly said that I’ve been there before…

Him: It would’ve been better if you were there. *winks*

Me: *Mentally throws up uncontrollably*

Me: So what’s the number?

He then tells me the number and I dial it on my cell. My co-workers and I do this for people sometimes because we’re all way too nice. I should also mention, this was probably a bad idea to use my phone. I wasn’t comfortable using my work’s phone because vibes…and I was too nervous to say no. Besides, if anything, I could always get a new number..right?

Also, at this point I plugged my phone in so it would maybe dissuade him from trying to steal my phone because he was super sketchy. Not like it would have worked, but maybe it did some kind of reverse psychology on him?

Continuing on…        


Me: *thinking to self* Is this really his dad? Is he going to murder someone? WHAT IF MY PHONE IS TRACED BACK TO ME AND I AM AN ACCOMPLICE! (Because paranoia and anxiety don’t mix)

Him: *smiles at me* here you go babe. Thanks.

Me: …err you’re welcome.

Him: So uh…*smirks* do you got a pen?


Me: Um yeah, here you go.

Him: *Leans towards me* What about some paper?

Me: Yep. *hands over paper*

At this point he’s scribbling down his name and number and I’m just trying to think of things to say. I should’ve gone with the old standby “IHAVEABOYFRIENDKBAI” (because I do). But…I’m sh*t under pressure.

He then begins to scribble his name and number all over the post-it note I gave him.

Him: *hands paper to me* So if you uh, ever want somebody to talk to, you can call this number and you can talk to me.

Me: Okie dokie.

Him: You probably won’t call it though.

And he was correct because I will never ever ever ever call him. I’m pretty sure the phone wasn’t his because why else would he need someone else to call his “dad”. I watch a lot of Criminal Minds and Law and Order: SVU so the first thing that popped into my mind was that if I was stupid enough to call that phone number, I could have become a victim of human trafficking. Super dramatic thoughts, but you never know.

On a side note, I did Google his name into various databases and he has a long criminal record in not one, but two states. SO I WAS RIGHT ABOUT STUPID FACE TATTOOS.


Have you ever had creepy encounters? If so, tell me about them!

Xoxo ❤



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