I had a stalker once at my previous job: a scary ex-con who was desperately trying to get us to publish him. (velvetpaws, you remember this guy, right?) He sent us dreadful poetry, accompanied by long, rambling, barely-intelligible letters, usually without a SASE. I think we responded with a polite rejection at first, then ignored his stuff.
Then one day, he called the office. I was unlucky enough to pick up the phone. He rambled on and on, ignoring my polite "Actually, we really don't publish original poetry" remarks, and eventually I realized who it was. The truly scary part was that he kept repeating my name, which made me terrified that this guy was going to hunt me down or something.
Eventually I got him off the phone. Some time later, he sent us a big wooden box, covered with cut-out pictures and scraps of poetry. Fortunately that was the last we heard from him.
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Then one day, he called the office. I was unlucky enough to pick up the phone. He rambled on and on, ignoring my polite "Actually, we really don't publish original poetry" remarks, and eventually I realized who it was. The truly scary part was that he kept repeating my name, which made me terrified that this guy was going to hunt me down or something.
Eventually I got him off the phone. Some time later, he sent us a big wooden box, covered with cut-out pictures and scraps of poetry. Fortunately that was the last we heard from him.