Obscene Phonecall

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I have never understood why obscene phonecalls are as traumatizing as they are, until this very moment.

A few minutes ago, when I answered the phone, the following conversation took place:

Sarah: "Career Associates, Resume Services and BesTemps"
Pervert: "Who am I speaking with?"
Sarah: "Sarah"
Pervert: "I been watching you for awhile and I think your hot..."
Sarah interupts: "Is this William?" (William is a guy whom I know has a crush on me)
Pervert continues: "Is that ok?"
Sarah: "No"
Pervert: "Well, I wanna f*** you after work, are you ready?"

It was at that point, I hung up. But I wish I had the precense of mind to tell him off, get his name or something slightly more helpful. Unfortunately, I did not. But I have a feeling it would only have gotten worse from there.

It didn't freak me out that badly until I mused of the "I have been watching you" bit and thought, what if he lurks about my car or something?

I did not call the police, but I did tell my supervisor who will fill out an incident report. She says this has happened before and they will take precautions, if it happens a second time, they then call the police. I think.

This is where that birthday handgun would come in handy.

1 Responses to “Obscene Phonecall”

  1. Blogger Mark 

    It wasn't me.
    I got a call like that once...from a girl.

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