If you didn't read the story from a couple of days ago, then go read that and come back. Unless you are my seester, in which case, seester, just read this part.
Yesterday, Poo called Carpet Guy's boss. Then he put me on the phone.
I told my story the best that I could. The boss was very apologetic. He assured me that Carpet Guy was not acting on his behalf. I tried to reassure him that I didn't figure that he was. He said it sounded like Carpet Guy had been drinking. (The general consensus is that he was doing something a little stronger. maybe Meth?) He said he would likely fire Carpet Guy today. He said, "I don't know what Carpet Guy was thinking, he's married!"
And I thought, wow. not only was he asking my to do something unethical, but something immoral too. Today, I scraped the stickers off my car to make it a little less "mine". (well, most of them. I only got half of one of them off before I lost my scraper. Thankfully it still makes sense) I will have to be very diligent now, not just in my professional dealings, but my personal ones too. I have to wonder how long it will be before I forget to look over my shoulder when I leave work. Before I stop checking over my car for key marks or worse.
And I was a lucky one.
The fact that there is a serial rapist and murderer running around my town affects me more than I ever thought it would. This is a pretty small town. Small enough that everyone is in everyone else's business. Small enough that it's not that far from where he picked up his last victim and where he left her. In a snowy field. All alone.
And I am here, all warm in my home. Planning for life.
Must be careful. If the rest of my life is as fantastic as it is right now, I don't want to miss it!