This is a story about a guy I met on one of my mail routes.
Two other casual carriers worked there besides me. One guy who was younger than me got fired. He actually was “asked to quit”. They ask you to quit because if you get fired from the post office, you can never get hired again. They asked him to quit and he whined and complained and they said he cried because he didn’t want to quit. They eventually explained to him why quitting was better than being fired and he conceded.
But he usually did the same route while he was there. After he was gone, they had me do that route.
It went pretty smooth. Not too many abandoned houses or houses that were destroyed by fire. No random dogs walking around the yards or barking at me through the mail chute. It was a pretty decent neighborhood overall.
One day while I was delivering mail along that route, I had to get a signature for a certified letter. Some guy came to the door and started talking all friendly to me while I was waiting for him to sign.
He asked where the other guy that usually delivered the mail was. I told him I wasn’t sure what happened to him. (I didn’t want to spread around that he got fired.) The guy started telling me he was a music producer and he gets the hookup in the clubs in Detroit. I said “oh cool”. Somehow we exchanged numbers and we were supposed to hang out eventually.
I didn’t think much about it until he called the next evening.
During the phone conversation, he started asking all of these “getting to know you” type questions. Questions like “where are you from”, “where did you go to college”, “how old are you”. Awkward questions for a guy to ask another guy. At first it was cool, but he kept asking more and more personal questions. It started feeling like he was a young lady I just met and we were getting better acquainted before our first date.
It started getting really weird. He then asked me when I would be delivering mail around his block again. I told him I didn’t know. I actually didn’t know but even if I did, I wouldn’t tell him. The whole thing was getting WEIRD.
I asked him why he wanted to know. He said,”Because… I want to see you.” I almost dropped the phone.
I said, “WHAT?” He said, “Because I want to see you n***a!”
Right when he said that, my mom walked in the room. I looked at her dumbfounded. She looked at me and said, “What?” I didn’t know what to say.
I told the guy that I’d call him back and hung up.
I told her the whole story and she laaaaaaaaughed and laaaaaaaaughed.
I never saw him when I did that route. He called back a few more times but I didn’t answer. He stopped calling. All of this happened in November. I ended up quitting around the beginning of December.
THEN!!! He called me on christmas and of course I didn’t answer. He left a voicemail wishing me a merry christmas and happy new year. I got creeped out all over again. I had nightmares for the next 3 months!!!
Not really but it was creepy all over again.
I didn’t hear from him again after that.
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