Dear old crazy fuck who comes into my work and made a tumblr just to stalk and talk to me:
This is everything I wish I could have said to you in my work today after I told you to leave because you make me uncomfortable because I’m pretty sure you are old enough to be my father and the fact you stare at me, record me with your phone, stalked my twitter, found my tumblr and have been watching it for months and then made one to talk to me. You are actually a psycho fuck, what the hell is wrong with you. Did you know I notified all of my coworkers, my boss is taking this to upper management, I’ve made a police record of your stalker habits, and my boyfriend can deadlier 425 pounds and does not take any distress towards me lightly? He will fuck you up. My coworkers will be watching you, my boss will ask you to leave, the other customers in the store will tell us on any strange behavior you do because they already have.
As long as I am working, you are not allowed to hang out in my store. You need to get your coffee and leave, or I we will tell you to leave, or the security will be told or my boyfriend will offer to politely fuck you up for coming near me.
Stop jacking off to my face and go commit yourself into the 3rd floor so you can be restrained into a straight jacket because you test my limits and I’m sick of your bullshit, you disgusting old man.