Special Delivery
“I used to work at a mall candy store when I was seventeen. This guy stayed and tried to talk to me all the way from opening to closing. We had wonderful conversations. When he stayed until closing and waited for me to finish, though, I felt uneasy. He even assisted me in closing. I foolishly drove him to his car after we had strolled to mine. Luckily, nothing horrible occurred. But the following day arrived. He was waiting for me there the day I had to open.
He gave me McDonald’s, but saw I was a little uncomfortable and irritated, so he left it at the gate and walked away. Since I was still uncomfortable, I didn’t eat it. When I arrived at work the following day, there were several dead raccoons in the parking lot and McDonald’s wrappers all over the place. I’m glad I didn’t consume the food—I have no idea what he had laced it with. I think it saved my life.”
