My first relationship out of college, the BF and I lived in a modular home, next to a lake in Northern Wisconsin. Our neighbor was a guy probably in his mid to late 20s. He would always mow the lawn shirtless, and when he came by to chat, he also usually wouldn’t have a shirt on and he would always be touching or caressing his chest. Now we had our suspicions, that maybe he was being flirty or trying to acknowledge he would be down to “do something.” But nothing ever happened, and I was young and “in love,” so it wasn’t something I was even interested in pursuing.
I moved up north a few years ago and went into a tobacco store for some smokes and the manager fell in love with my accent (I’m a southern belle) and begged me to come work for her. Well I finally did and after about 3 months I was forced to become the AM little did I know I would be opening and closing at least 6 days a week. I had no time at all to learn all the computer stuff that needed to be done every morning before opening the store. We opened at 8am I had to be there by 6 to get all the comp work done and sent in and hoping I didn’t screw it up. I had to do a cig count before open and at close daily.
I had to learn how to make orders for all the products we carried and also be there to receive the truck and make sure we got everything we ordered all while waiting on customers. Then the company decided that our very little store was gonna sell beer, I had to make sure we had the right coolers and products and had to make sure the products looked exactly like the plan o glam (not possible at all). so on a Monday I went in and seen notes on her desk pertaining to having our camera moved so she could see her desk at all time because the night before I had to finish all my online crap from when I started and then do the ones to be the AM.
So the only time she seen me was when I was helping customers and stocking and doing inventory after the store closed. So I locked the store up and sent her a text message because she never answered her phone. I told her I couldn’t do it anymore and that I locked the store back up and would bring her my keys that afternoon. Needless to say she was furious. About 1.5 months later she is calling and begging me to come back as a regular employee for a day or 2 a week. I did for about a week and she then scheduled me for 5 days the 2nd week open to close so I told her again I was done. I still to this day haven’t been back to that store.
Another time, I found pubic hairs all over the bathroom floor, then found dried blood at the bottom of the mattress, where my feet would have gone. Once at a hotel in Las Vegas, I fired up the hot tub and while it filled with water, I made a phone call. I finished my call and was about to get in the tub when I saw a used Band-aid floating in it. In Hawaii, at a “very nice” hotel, I checked under the bed and there was a live cockroach. Bugs freak me out – I panicked and asked for another room. When I got to the second room, I opened the door and a live cockroach was right there in the doorway.
The BF and I split 4–5 months later, and I ended up moving back in with my parents. When the ex and I started speaking again, he told me that the neighbor guy did make a pass at him. I’m not sure if more happened, as I wasn’t really interested at the time, but our suspicions were spot on! The people witnessing this action were telling the officer that Mr. Floyd was unresponsive. I didn’t hear anyone tell the officer that his knee was probably cutting off blood to the brain and he was going to kill the man if he didn’t stop. Someone could have suggested he place the knee on the back of the neck instead of the side.