August 10, 2025 • 23 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:06):
I've been working as a food delivery driver for about
eight months now. With how my contract works, I need
to have at least three evening shifts, with two of
those being between Friday and Sunday. I don't really mind
working the evenings since it has a nice vibe to it,
being really calm. Just throw on some headphones, in a
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good playlist or podcast and you're good. Plus, I never
worked for more than four and a half hours on
end since I work on an e bike, so I
can't do longer shifts without my battery dying, keeping in
mind that the bike needs to take me home as well.
Apart from some stupid encounters I've had with teenagers trying
to be funny in front of their friends, like biking
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after me and asking for food or pretending to be
the customer, I never had anything creepy happen to me.
That was until a few weeks ago. It was a
Thursday evening I had a ship from five thirty until
nine thirty PM where I live. Delivery drivers get paid
per hour instead of per delivery. This has advantages and disadvantages.
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More disadvantage being that I can't decline orders on my
own end if we for whatever reason, can't take an order.
We need to talk with the company we work for,
so whatever trip is thrown to us we have to take.
Up until this point, I've been having good close by
deliveries from nice local restaurants. None of my journeys were
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too far away places, which was good. The weather was fine.
It was cold, but if you layer yourself well enough,
it's not that bad as long as it doesn't rain,
which luckily it wasn't. It was around eight fifteen when
I got in McDonald's order. The customer lived about twelve
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minutes away from the restaurant, which was an ideal, but
it was fine since I only lost one stripe of
batteries so far. The location it was going to was
also a good one since the only time I needed
to get off the bike lane was to cross roads.
Other than that, it was all bike lanes. I picked
up the order after waiting around fifteen minutes. I got
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into my bike, chose a playlist, and made my way
over to the customer. The streets were pretty quiet, sending
the vibe. As I got closer to the customer's house,
I made my way onto the sidewalk and cycled slowly
trying to find the house number, which can be a
pain at night. I eventually did and locked up my bike.
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I walked over to the door and knocked. After a
few seconds, I heard commotion and placed my back down,
taking out the food. The door opened and the lady
greeting me with a smile. After handing her the food
and telling her to enjoy, she thanked me and after
giving me a closed the door back up. I got
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back onto my bike and unlocked it. I had been
charging my phone with my power bank, but wanted to
take the charger off since my phone was now fool enough,
and dealing with a wire sticking out of my jacket
pocket can be a hassle one taking off and putting
it on my backpack, I always fall awkward and watched,
especially when they have those doorbell cameras. So I made
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my way over to the small alleyway close to the house.
As I turned my bike back off, I took out
my power bank and turned it off. Then I changed
my playlist, and as I was putting the power bank
back into my pocket, I heard slow footsteps creeping closer
to me from behind. Now this alleyway I was standing
in was pretty narrow and small, so I was probably
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blocking it. I quickly moved and got off my bike,
holding it close to me, and pressed myself onto the wall.
I excused myself and made a gesture for the person
to pass. Instead of thanking me and walking on, the
person just kept standing there. This is when I looked up.
I was met with a tall, skinny lady standing just
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a few inches away. Her face was slim and her
hair came to rest on her shoulders. Her face looked white,
and she looked like a heroin addict. She looked me
dead in the eye without any expression, and was breathing
through her mouth. She was wearing brown jeans and a
blue hoodie. Can I help you, I asked, after painful
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moments of silence. She looked at me for a few
seconds and said, you have my food. I froze now.
In her app system, there's no way you can actually
confirm that the customer was the right one, since they
don't have any security codes to ask. Since I was
busy with my power bank, I hadn't clicked finished order yet.
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I checked my phone and decided to ask the old
lady question about the order. Oh, I think another driver
has her food I just delivered to someone else, I said,
with a smile, where did you order from? If she
was right, I would be able to help her and
easily get a rEFInd. However, she just stared at me.
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Her expressionless face turned into a herd ugly glare. No,
that was my food. Again. I tried to reason with her,
asking her for her name and what food she had ordered.
I'm just trying to help you, ma'am. Check your app
that I AP should tell you how far the driver
is to this. She stepped back and pointed her hand
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at me. My food. I need my food. At this point,
I figured she must be homeless and hungry. I have
food if you want, I said, now. I always keeps
snacks on me, just in case I have to wait
long for orders to get ready and have no orders
coming in for a bit. We wait a lot since
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we can't turn down orders that take too long to
be made. My go to works next are a protein
granola bar. They're easy to keep since they don't take
up much space and you can eat them fast. I
decided to give her a box and maybe she'll be satisfied.
I took one out of my backpack and handed it
to her. She took it from me, damn near snatching
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it out of my grip and stepped closer. I want
my food, I let out of breath, getting really creeped
out now, and once again I asked her to check
her app or give me her name, the name she
put up with her so called order. She took a
big breath and before I could say anything else, she
exhaled and screamed to fucking bloody murder, making me flinch
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and pressed myself onto the wall. In the process, I
accidentally moved my bikes torottle. This thing alone doesn't get
past four kilometers per hour. I had some struggle, but
I eventually got on my bike and pedaled away, the
lady still screaming behind me. I got to the fence
that prevented cars from coming in and had to slow
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down a bit. This was enough time for the lady
to catch up to me and grab onto the back
of my bike. I let out a yelp as I
could feel her trying to push me back. I also
heard something to scrap the wall next to me. I
didn't want to look, and instead put my bike on
a higher assist mode, which I normally never do. And
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always kept it to two three to spare battery life.
I don't even like my life depended on it. I
got past the fences. I then put it on even
higher and cycled away. I could hear the lady yelling
and calling me a food thief. As I looked back,
she had the box of granola bars over her head
and she threw them at me. They landed about a
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meter away from me, and I noticed what this scraping
noise was. She was holding a knife in her hand.
I focused back on the and cycled away, hearing the
lady still screaming, yelling, and trying to run after me. Eventually,
I went back on the app and finally clicked finished
order open to get a new one. Says I didn't
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want to aimlessly cycle around in fear of running into her,
since I thought she might know all the shortcuts. I
got in a new order from a kebab place nearby,
around eight minutes away. This place was one that I
got sent to a lot, and the owner was very friendly,
always asking drivers if they wanted something to eat or
drink and saying it was on the house. I got
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there and I was slightly out of breath. He asked
me what happened and gave me some water to drink
and help me calm down. They gave me some food
after I told him. He talked to the company, saying
I was in no state to keep doing deliveries. My
work agreed to allow me to end my shift earlier.
One of my coworkers came for the pickup, and since
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his delivery just out of the city center, I biked
with him to the city center where it was still busy,
and went home after that. I'm very glad for the
timing of that order, my coworker, and for the owner
of the cup Bob store. I don't even want to
know what that lady would have done to me. She
had successfully pulled me off my bike. When I was
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about four. This was in nineteen ninety seven. My mom
and my brothers went to a water park on a
weekend during the summer. The park was set up so
that you walked through the entrance and run directly into
the food court with a little information map station. To
the left was the inside of the arcade area with
a little roller coaster. Directly outside of it, and behind
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the arcade building was an enormous wave pool. To the
right of the entrance was a kittie park, and then
behind the kittie park was the Lazy River and all
the water slides. Since my brothers were older and wanted
to ride the big slides, my mom and me split
from them and head to the kiddie park. I remember
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playing for a little while making friends with other kids,
when this one little boy asked me if I wanted
to go to the wave pool. Since I was little,
my mom told me I was not allowed to go
to the wave pool without an adult, so I told
him I couldn't. He then said that there was no problem.
My dad is waiting for us, and he already told
your mom he was going to watch us well, being
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a dumb kid and marveling at the wave pool. Since
we got here, I pretty much was sold and followed
him over there. My mom probably didn't notice at the
time because the lawn chair she was sitting in around
the kiddie pool was blocked by a little kid slide
and a billion other little children. We headed to the
wave pool and met the kid's dad. He immediately took
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my hand and guiding me into the wave pool. I
remember only being in there for like two minutes tops
until he picked me up and carried me back out
of the pool. I don't think I even asked him
where we were going. I assumed to the food court
because that's where we were headed. I then remember reaching
the entrance gates and a lifeguard approached us and asked
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if my name was Crystal. I said yes and started
crying because I guess I thought I was in trouble.
The lifeguard grabbed me from the dude's arms, and I
see my mom running up sobbing. Years later, we're revisiting
the story and she tells me that she knows I
was missing pretty quickly and told a lifeguard to close
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off the entrance of the park. I was wearing a
yellow bathing suit with pink flowers on it and two
ribbons in my hair, so the description gave me away instantly.
When the man tried carrying me out, I asked my
mom about the kid, and she said she had no
idea what I was talking about. She said it was
just a singular man and he ran into his car
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in the parking lot. As soon as the lifeguard took
me out of his arms, there kid with him. So
weirdo at the water park. Let's not meet. I'm a
seventeen year old female. Long story short, there was this
man who looked to me in his thirties staring me
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down at the train station on my way home from
school a couple of weeks ago. Initially, I had been
waiting near the station's exit because it was absolutely pissing
down outside and I didn't have an umbrella on hand.
I ended up waiting there for a while after the
rain had stopped because of that man who had waited
near me for what I presumed to be the same reason,
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had been staring at me the entire time. I hoped
he would leave before me, but seeing as he didn't,
I eventually brushed it off and left the station. Of course,
the man followed me, because I wouldn't be riting this
if he hadn't. He practically chased me down and managed
to catch up to me at a red light. At
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this point, I was alarmed because the route I had
to take to reach my house is usually vacant and
just generally not a safe area to go through alone. Immediately,
he started to talk to me, offering to take me
to lunch and buy me things. I was polite, but
very clearly dismissive, and while he talked to me, I
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quickly decided to turn in the opposite direction to reach
one of the main streets where there would likely be
more people so I wouldn't have to be alone with
him any longer. He followed me there too, and kept
insisting on buying me an umbrella, even though it had
stopped raining. I politely declined and walked faster, but you
just seemed to get frustrated and followed me the whole
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time until I reached the store. He didn't stop there,
of course. He walked into the store with me, and
the cashier seemed oblivious to how uncomfortable I was. I
tried to distance myself by going through one of the aisles,
which was quite narrow, and the guy took this as
a opportunity to grab me by the waist and run
his hands down my lower back, and I just froze.
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At that point, I felt defeated and decided to play along,
so I told him to write down his number at
the exit, and he seemed happy with that. He kept
touching me, and I feel disgusted just at the memory
of that. I'm not even sure how many times he
had his hand around me. In the span of a
few minutes, he hugged me and at some point grabbed
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me by the hand and wrist, and I just barely
dodged a kiss. Luckily, I seemed convincing enough, and he
didn't follow me all the way home like he was
insisting on. I didn't see him again for a week,
so I started to let my guard down. But as
of a few days ago, I keep finding him sat
in front of the train station at the time that
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I needed to come back from school. I've seen him
four days in a row now. Although it's probably a
coincidence and I shouldn't think much of it, it's a
really unpleasant reminder every time I see him sitting on
the bench on the street I have to cross. He
just sits there and stares at me. It's beyond creepy.
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So this literally happened to me Wednesday night. My boyfriend
lives in the town over and he orders me a
lyft back and forth to see him. We've been doing
this for over seven months without problems. We spent a
day together and had an amazing time as always, and
he ordered me a lift back home. The guy pulls
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up and my boyfriend puts me in the car and
gives me a passionate kiss goodbye. The drivers from Cuba
hardly speaks a lick at English and is using Google
Translate the entire time to talk to me. First, it
started off as do you mind sitting in the front seat?
I don't like for people to sit behind me. Okay,
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no problem. However, instead of letting me out of the car,
he asked me to climb over the sea, which made
me feel a bit uncomfortable, and then I realized he
was staring at me the whole time I was doing so.
Then he proceeds to tell me, I hope I'm not
being too daring, but you are very beautiful. Okay. I
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get this compliment all the time, so I say thank you,
but I'm a bit put off by this. He goes
on like a regular driver, asking me if the music
was okay and the volume, you know, regular stuff. Then
he starts asking me about the address I'm going to.
Am I taking you to your home? I reply, yes,
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I'm going home. He then asked can I go home
with you? I laugh at this and say no. He
asked me about the guy that put me in the
car if he was my boyfriend or my husband? He's
my boyfriend? Am I soon to be husband? He asked,
Can I be your boyfriend too? I say absolutely not.
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He asked me why not. I say, I'm totally against
that that. I'm in love with my boyfriend very much
and I'm extremely loyal and faithful to him. He says
he doesn't have to know. In Cuba, we believe in
having multiple partners and not all of them know about
each other. I say, it's definitely not a thing for me.
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I don't believe in that one bit. He says, your
boyfriend made a mistake of sending you home alone. I
would have taken you myself to make sure you got
there safe. I'm getting very upset at this point, and
I'm only laughing at what he says, trying to maintain
a friendly composure because I know how ugly things can
turn if I start giving him attitude. He doesn't speak
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again for a while, and when he does, he asked
me if he could come home with me. I tell
him no again, and he says, you are just so beautiful.
I really want to be your boyfriend. I don't even
say anything but shake my head no and start fidgeting
with my phone. He tells me that he has lots
of money and that he would take care of me.
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I told him I don't care about that and that
I wasn't interested. He asked if he could give me
his number so that we could text each other, and
I say no. After what seemed like an eternity, we
pulled up to my house and he gets out to
help me with my bags. I declined his help, and
he tells me hold on, pulls out his phone one
more time and asked, can I come inside with you?
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I tell him to have a good night and to
have a safe trip back, and dart inside it as
fast as I could, locking all the locks behind me,
calling my boyfriend immediately so he could report this weirdo
because I don't want this unpleasant experience to happen to
anyone else. The only thing lifted was give my boyfriend
a five dollar credit to his account for the unpleasant experience.
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He wasn't even able to tell them why it was unpleasant.
So yes, ladies, creepy drivers are definitely a thing. Please
be careful out there. It happened in a small Russian
village sometime around two thousand and eight or two thousand
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and nine, when I was about eight, the kind of
place where everyone knew each other, or at least pretended to.
It was late, around ten pm, but warm. The street
lights bathed the road in a dull orange glow. Everything
was quiet except for the hum of our bike tires
on the pavement. I was with a few kids I
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sort of knew, not really friends, just familiar faces. We
weren't talking, just riding and letting the night stretch on.
Then he stepped out of the dark. I recognized him instantly.
Everyone did, some drunk who lived in the village, always
lurking around, always wasted. I had never spoken to him,
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never needed to, but now he was right in front
of me. Before I could process what was happening, he
grabbed me. The smell hit me first, booth, sweat, and
something sour. His grip was tight, fingers digging into my arm. Then,
in a slow, slurred voice, he spoke, where are my cigarettes?
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I had no idea what he was talking about. I
wasn't caring any I didn't even smoke. I stammered out
the first thing that came to mind. I don't know.
His grip tightened, his breath reeked as he leaned closer.
Where are my cigarettes? Panic set in. I tried to
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pull away, but he wouldn't let go. My voice cracked
as I repeated myself, I don't know. It was like
he didn't even hear me. His voice was slower this time,
almost a growl. Where are my cigarettes? That's when I
lost it. I screamed, a full, terrified, gut wrenching scream,
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no words, just pure, uncontrollable fear. And that's when they ran.
Every single kid who was with me bolted the second
I screamed. There was even a sixteen year old among us, bigger, older,
stronger than me, but he ran too, no hesitation, no
looking back, just gone. And that's when it really hit me.
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I was alone. Maybe that's what saved me, because as
soon as I started jittering and screaming, the drunk lost interest.
His grip loosened. Maybe he thought I was having a
seizure or something. I didn't care. The second I felt
his finger slip, I bolted. Home wasn't far, just a
house at the end of the long driveway leading straight
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to the main road where we had been riding. I
sprang it down the driveway heart slamming against my ribs
and crashed through the door. I couldn't even form a
proper sentence, just panics, shouting words, stumbling over each other.
As I tried to explain, My grandma and Grandpa turned
to me alarmed. But before I could even finish, my
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grandma glanced out the window just in time to see him.
He was still there, still coming towards the house. She
didn't hesitate. She grabbed a wooden stick from behind the
door and stormed outside, moving faster than I had ever
seen her. She hadn't seen what happened, but she had
heard me. She saw him chasing after me. That was enough.
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The second she reached him, she on leashed tell. She
didn't yell. She screamed, calling him every name under the sun,
then started swinging hard. Each hit landed with a sickening thud.
The guy stumbled back, too drunk to fully process what
was happening. He mumbled something as he tried to shield himself.
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She didn't stop until he finally turned around, eventually disappearing
into the dark. A week later, I saw him again,
still drunk, still stumbling around the village. He looked right
past me, like I wasn't even there,
I've been working as a food delivery driver for about
eight months now. With how my contract works, I need
to have at least three evening shifts, with two of
those being between Friday and Sunday. I don't really mind
working the evenings since it has a nice vibe to it,
being really calm. Just throw on some headphones, in a
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good playlist or podcast and you're good. Plus, I never
worked for more than four and a half hours on
end since I work on an e bike, so I
can't do longer shifts without my battery dying, keeping in
mind that the bike needs to take me home as well.
Apart from some stupid encounters I've had with teenagers trying
to be funny in front of their friends, like biking
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after me and asking for food or pretending to be
the customer, I never had anything creepy happen to me.
That was until a few weeks ago. It was a
Thursday evening I had a ship from five thirty until
nine thirty PM where I live. Delivery drivers get paid
per hour instead of per delivery. This has advantages and disadvantages.
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More disadvantage being that I can't decline orders on my
own end if we for whatever reason, can't take an order.
We need to talk with the company we work for,
so whatever trip is thrown to us we have to take.
Up until this point, I've been having good close by
deliveries from nice local restaurants. None of my journeys were
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too far away places, which was good. The weather was fine.
It was cold, but if you layer yourself well enough,
it's not that bad as long as it doesn't rain,
which luckily it wasn't. It was around eight fifteen when
I got in McDonald's order. The customer lived about twelve
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minutes away from the restaurant, which was an ideal, but
it was fine since I only lost one stripe of
batteries so far. The location it was going to was
also a good one since the only time I needed
to get off the bike lane was to cross roads.
Other than that, it was all bike lanes. I picked
up the order after waiting around fifteen minutes. I got
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into my bike, chose a playlist, and made my way
over to the customer. The streets were pretty quiet, sending
the vibe. As I got closer to the customer's house,
I made my way onto the sidewalk and cycled slowly
trying to find the house number, which can be a
pain at night. I eventually did and locked up my bike.
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I walked over to the door and knocked. After a
few seconds, I heard commotion and placed my back down,
taking out the food. The door opened and the lady
greeting me with a smile. After handing her the food
and telling her to enjoy, she thanked me and after
giving me a closed the door back up. I got
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back onto my bike and unlocked it. I had been
charging my phone with my power bank, but wanted to
take the charger off since my phone was now fool enough,
and dealing with a wire sticking out of my jacket
pocket can be a hassle one taking off and putting
it on my backpack, I always fall awkward and watched,
especially when they have those doorbell cameras. So I made
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my way over to the small alleyway close to the house.
As I turned my bike back off, I took out
my power bank and turned it off. Then I changed
my playlist, and as I was putting the power bank
back into my pocket, I heard slow footsteps creeping closer
to me from behind. Now this alleyway I was standing
in was pretty narrow and small, so I was probably
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blocking it. I quickly moved and got off my bike,
holding it close to me, and pressed myself onto the wall.
I excused myself and made a gesture for the person
to pass. Instead of thanking me and walking on, the
person just kept standing there. This is when I looked up.
I was met with a tall, skinny lady standing just
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a few inches away. Her face was slim and her
hair came to rest on her shoulders. Her face looked white,
and she looked like a heroin addict. She looked me
dead in the eye without any expression, and was breathing
through her mouth. She was wearing brown jeans and a
blue hoodie. Can I help you, I asked, after painful
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moments of silence. She looked at me for a few
seconds and said, you have my food. I froze now.
In her app system, there's no way you can actually
confirm that the customer was the right one, since they
don't have any security codes to ask. Since I was
busy with my power bank, I hadn't clicked finished order yet.
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I checked my phone and decided to ask the old
lady question about the order. Oh, I think another driver
has her food I just delivered to someone else, I said,
with a smile, where did you order from? If she
was right, I would be able to help her and
easily get a rEFInd. However, she just stared at me.
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Her expressionless face turned into a herd ugly glare. No,
that was my food. Again. I tried to reason with her,
asking her for her name and what food she had ordered.
I'm just trying to help you, ma'am. Check your app
that I AP should tell you how far the driver
is to this. She stepped back and pointed her hand
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at me. My food. I need my food. At this point,
I figured she must be homeless and hungry. I have
food if you want, I said, now. I always keeps
snacks on me, just in case I have to wait
long for orders to get ready and have no orders
coming in for a bit. We wait a lot since
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we can't turn down orders that take too long to
be made. My go to works next are a protein
granola bar. They're easy to keep since they don't take
up much space and you can eat them fast. I
decided to give her a box and maybe she'll be satisfied.
I took one out of my backpack and handed it
to her. She took it from me, damn near snatching
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it out of my grip and stepped closer. I want
my food, I let out of breath, getting really creeped
out now, and once again I asked her to check
her app or give me her name, the name she
put up with her so called order. She took a
big breath and before I could say anything else, she
exhaled and screamed to fucking bloody murder, making me flinch
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and pressed myself onto the wall. In the process, I
accidentally moved my bikes torottle. This thing alone doesn't get
past four kilometers per hour. I had some struggle, but
I eventually got on my bike and pedaled away, the
lady still screaming behind me. I got to the fence
that prevented cars from coming in and had to slow
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down a bit. This was enough time for the lady
to catch up to me and grab onto the back
of my bike. I let out a yelp as I
could feel her trying to push me back. I also
heard something to scrap the wall next to me. I
didn't want to look, and instead put my bike on
a higher assist mode, which I normally never do. And
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always kept it to two three to spare battery life.
I don't even like my life depended on it. I
got past the fences. I then put it on even
higher and cycled away. I could hear the lady yelling
and calling me a food thief. As I looked back,
she had the box of granola bars over her head
and she threw them at me. They landed about a
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meter away from me, and I noticed what this scraping
noise was. She was holding a knife in her hand.
I focused back on the and cycled away, hearing the
lady still screaming, yelling, and trying to run after me. Eventually,
I went back on the app and finally clicked finished
order open to get a new one. Says I didn't
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want to aimlessly cycle around in fear of running into her,
since I thought she might know all the shortcuts. I
got in a new order from a kebab place nearby,
around eight minutes away. This place was one that I
got sent to a lot, and the owner was very friendly,
always asking drivers if they wanted something to eat or
drink and saying it was on the house. I got
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there and I was slightly out of breath. He asked
me what happened and gave me some water to drink
and help me calm down. They gave me some food
after I told him. He talked to the company, saying
I was in no state to keep doing deliveries. My
work agreed to allow me to end my shift earlier.
One of my coworkers came for the pickup, and since
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his delivery just out of the city center, I biked
with him to the city center where it was still busy,
and went home after that. I'm very glad for the
timing of that order, my coworker, and for the owner
of the cup Bob store. I don't even want to
know what that lady would have done to me. She
had successfully pulled me off my bike. When I was
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about four. This was in nineteen ninety seven. My mom
and my brothers went to a water park on a
weekend during the summer. The park was set up so
that you walked through the entrance and run directly into
the food court with a little information map station. To
the left was the inside of the arcade area with
a little roller coaster. Directly outside of it, and behind
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the arcade building was an enormous wave pool. To the
right of the entrance was a kittie park, and then
behind the kittie park was the Lazy River and all
the water slides. Since my brothers were older and wanted
to ride the big slides, my mom and me split
from them and head to the kiddie park. I remember
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playing for a little while making friends with other kids,
when this one little boy asked me if I wanted
to go to the wave pool. Since I was little,
my mom told me I was not allowed to go
to the wave pool without an adult, so I told
him I couldn't. He then said that there was no problem.
My dad is waiting for us, and he already told
your mom he was going to watch us well, being
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a dumb kid and marveling at the wave pool. Since
we got here, I pretty much was sold and followed
him over there. My mom probably didn't notice at the
time because the lawn chair she was sitting in around
the kiddie pool was blocked by a little kid slide
and a billion other little children. We headed to the
wave pool and met the kid's dad. He immediately took
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my hand and guiding me into the wave pool. I
remember only being in there for like two minutes tops
until he picked me up and carried me back out
of the pool. I don't think I even asked him
where we were going. I assumed to the food court
because that's where we were headed. I then remember reaching
the entrance gates and a lifeguard approached us and asked
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if my name was Crystal. I said yes and started
crying because I guess I thought I was in trouble.
The lifeguard grabbed me from the dude's arms, and I
see my mom running up sobbing. Years later, we're revisiting
the story and she tells me that she knows I
was missing pretty quickly and told a lifeguard to close
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off the entrance of the park. I was wearing a
yellow bathing suit with pink flowers on it and two
ribbons in my hair, so the description gave me away instantly.
When the man tried carrying me out, I asked my
mom about the kid, and she said she had no
idea what I was talking about. She said it was
just a singular man and he ran into his car
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in the parking lot. As soon as the lifeguard took
me out of his arms, there kid with him. So
weirdo at the water park. Let's not meet. I'm a
seventeen year old female. Long story short, there was this
man who looked to me in his thirties staring me
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down at the train station on my way home from
school a couple of weeks ago. Initially, I had been
waiting near the station's exit because it was absolutely pissing
down outside and I didn't have an umbrella on hand.
I ended up waiting there for a while after the
rain had stopped because of that man who had waited
near me for what I presumed to be the same reason,
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had been staring at me the entire time. I hoped
he would leave before me, but seeing as he didn't,
I eventually brushed it off and left the station. Of course,
the man followed me, because I wouldn't be riting this
if he hadn't. He practically chased me down and managed
to catch up to me at a red light. At
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this point, I was alarmed because the route I had
to take to reach my house is usually vacant and
just generally not a safe area to go through alone. Immediately,
he started to talk to me, offering to take me
to lunch and buy me things. I was polite, but
very clearly dismissive, and while he talked to me, I
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quickly decided to turn in the opposite direction to reach
one of the main streets where there would likely be
more people so I wouldn't have to be alone with
him any longer. He followed me there too, and kept
insisting on buying me an umbrella, even though it had
stopped raining. I politely declined and walked faster, but you
just seemed to get frustrated and followed me the whole
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time until I reached the store. He didn't stop there,
of course. He walked into the store with me, and
the cashier seemed oblivious to how uncomfortable I was. I
tried to distance myself by going through one of the aisles,
which was quite narrow, and the guy took this as
a opportunity to grab me by the waist and run
his hands down my lower back, and I just froze.
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At that point, I felt defeated and decided to play along,
so I told him to write down his number at
the exit, and he seemed happy with that. He kept
touching me, and I feel disgusted just at the memory
of that. I'm not even sure how many times he
had his hand around me. In the span of a
few minutes, he hugged me and at some point grabbed
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me by the hand and wrist, and I just barely
dodged a kiss. Luckily, I seemed convincing enough, and he
didn't follow me all the way home like he was
insisting on. I didn't see him again for a week,
so I started to let my guard down. But as
of a few days ago, I keep finding him sat
in front of the train station at the time that
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I needed to come back from school. I've seen him
four days in a row now. Although it's probably a
coincidence and I shouldn't think much of it, it's a
really unpleasant reminder every time I see him sitting on
the bench on the street I have to cross. He
just sits there and stares at me. It's beyond creepy.
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So this literally happened to me Wednesday night. My boyfriend
lives in the town over and he orders me a
lyft back and forth to see him. We've been doing
this for over seven months without problems. We spent a
day together and had an amazing time as always, and
he ordered me a lift back home. The guy pulls
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up and my boyfriend puts me in the car and
gives me a passionate kiss goodbye. The drivers from Cuba
hardly speaks a lick at English and is using Google
Translate the entire time to talk to me. First, it
started off as do you mind sitting in the front seat?
I don't like for people to sit behind me. Okay,
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no problem. However, instead of letting me out of the car,
he asked me to climb over the sea, which made
me feel a bit uncomfortable, and then I realized he
was staring at me the whole time I was doing so.
Then he proceeds to tell me, I hope I'm not
being too daring, but you are very beautiful. Okay. I
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get this compliment all the time, so I say thank you,
but I'm a bit put off by this. He goes
on like a regular driver, asking me if the music
was okay and the volume, you know, regular stuff. Then
he starts asking me about the address I'm going to.
Am I taking you to your home? I reply, yes,
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I'm going home. He then asked can I go home
with you? I laugh at this and say no. He
asked me about the guy that put me in the
car if he was my boyfriend or my husband? He's
my boyfriend? Am I soon to be husband? He asked,
Can I be your boyfriend too? I say absolutely not.
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He asked me why not. I say, I'm totally against
that that. I'm in love with my boyfriend very much
and I'm extremely loyal and faithful to him. He says
he doesn't have to know. In Cuba, we believe in
having multiple partners and not all of them know about
each other. I say, it's definitely not a thing for me.
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I don't believe in that one bit. He says, your
boyfriend made a mistake of sending you home alone. I
would have taken you myself to make sure you got
there safe. I'm getting very upset at this point, and
I'm only laughing at what he says, trying to maintain
a friendly composure because I know how ugly things can
turn if I start giving him attitude. He doesn't speak
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again for a while, and when he does, he asked
me if he could come home with me. I tell
him no again, and he says, you are just so beautiful.
I really want to be your boyfriend. I don't even
say anything but shake my head no and start fidgeting
with my phone. He tells me that he has lots
of money and that he would take care of me.
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I told him I don't care about that and that
I wasn't interested. He asked if he could give me
his number so that we could text each other, and
I say no. After what seemed like an eternity, we
pulled up to my house and he gets out to
help me with my bags. I declined his help, and
he tells me hold on, pulls out his phone one
more time and asked, can I come inside with you?
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I tell him to have a good night and to
have a safe trip back, and dart inside it as
fast as I could, locking all the locks behind me,
calling my boyfriend immediately so he could report this weirdo
because I don't want this unpleasant experience to happen to
anyone else. The only thing lifted was give my boyfriend
a five dollar credit to his account for the unpleasant experience.
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He wasn't even able to tell them why it was unpleasant.
So yes, ladies, creepy drivers are definitely a thing. Please
be careful out there. It happened in a small Russian
village sometime around two thousand and eight or two thousand
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and nine, when I was about eight, the kind of
place where everyone knew each other, or at least pretended to.
It was late, around ten pm, but warm. The street
lights bathed the road in a dull orange glow. Everything
was quiet except for the hum of our bike tires
on the pavement. I was with a few kids I
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sort of knew, not really friends, just familiar faces. We
weren't talking, just riding and letting the night stretch on.
Then he stepped out of the dark. I recognized him instantly.
Everyone did, some drunk who lived in the village, always
lurking around, always wasted. I had never spoken to him,
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never needed to, but now he was right in front
of me. Before I could process what was happening, he
grabbed me. The smell hit me first, booth, sweat, and
something sour. His grip was tight, fingers digging into my arm. Then,
in a slow, slurred voice, he spoke, where are my cigarettes?
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I had no idea what he was talking about. I
wasn't caring any I didn't even smoke. I stammered out
the first thing that came to mind. I don't know.
His grip tightened, his breath reeked as he leaned closer.
Where are my cigarettes? Panic set in. I tried to
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pull away, but he wouldn't let go. My voice cracked
as I repeated myself, I don't know. It was like
he didn't even hear me. His voice was slower this time,
almost a growl. Where are my cigarettes? That's when I
lost it. I screamed, a full, terrified, gut wrenching scream,
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no words, just pure, uncontrollable fear. And that's when they ran.
Every single kid who was with me bolted the second
I screamed. There was even a sixteen year old among us, bigger, older,
stronger than me, but he ran too, no hesitation, no
looking back, just gone. And that's when it really hit me.
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I was alone. Maybe that's what saved me, because as
soon as I started jittering and screaming, the drunk lost interest.
His grip loosened. Maybe he thought I was having a
seizure or something. I didn't care. The second I felt
his finger slip, I bolted. Home wasn't far, just a
house at the end of the long driveway leading straight
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to the main road where we had been riding. I
sprang it down the driveway heart slamming against my ribs
and crashed through the door. I couldn't even form a
proper sentence, just panics, shouting words, stumbling over each other.
As I tried to explain, My grandma and Grandpa turned
to me alarmed. But before I could even finish, my
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grandma glanced out the window just in time to see him.
He was still there, still coming towards the house. She
didn't hesitate. She grabbed a wooden stick from behind the
door and stormed outside, moving faster than I had ever
seen her. She hadn't seen what happened, but she had
heard me. She saw him chasing after me. That was enough.
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The second she reached him, she on leashed tell. She
didn't yell. She screamed, calling him every name under the sun,
then started swinging hard. Each hit landed with a sickening thud.
The guy stumbled back, too drunk to fully process what
was happening. He mumbled something as he tried to shield himself.
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She didn't stop until he finally turned around, eventually disappearing
into the dark. A week later, I saw him again,
still drunk, still stumbling around the village. He looked right
past me, like I wasn't even there,
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