Sorting Through the Clutter
If you somehow were able to unearth my diary amidst the clutter of my room, then you would probably find something like this...
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Sorting Through the Clutter If you somehow were able to unearth my diary amidst the clutter of my room, then you would probably find something like this... |
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Monday, August 27, 2007 Anonymous Flowers (Part II) I finally gave the florist a little visit after the third bouquet. I demanded to know who was sending me flowers. He refused to tell me due to customer information privacy. My roomie and I devised a plan that night and she went back the next morning to act on it. The florist called me that morning and apologized for the whole situation and asked me to understand the situation he was in. And then he gave me the name and number. I had no idea who that person was. I didn't recognize the name at all. In the end, I called the number. I had to call if I were to find out who this person was. Turns out that this guy lives in the building next to me. Not only does he know where I live, but he can also very easily get to where I live. Creepy! I thanked him for the pretty flowers and told him not to send me anything anymore. But the creepiest thing was what I found out later. He used to work as a concierge desk attendant. That's how he was able to find out which suite number I live at. Ever since then, I now double check the lock to the front door each night before I go to bed. Labels: Life and the City posted by Jenn | 11:16 AM |
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