(The creepy guy can clearly hear me, and seems to sulk slightly when he realizes I’m talking to my boyfriend.)
Boyfriend: “Huh? What cats? Something going on?”
Me: “YES! It’s been a little busy today, but it’s quiet now that most of the guests have checked in. How was your day?”
Boyfriend: “I’m going to assume something is up. Are you in trouble or in any danger?”
Me: “I don’t think so.”
Boyfriend: “All right, so, whoever they are is still there?”
Me: “Yep, it’s been a long time, too.”
Boyfriend: “Well, that doesn’t sound fun. Do you need me to come over there?”
Me: “That would be nice, though I’m not sure if it will help much.”
Boyfriend: “Well, I can stay on the line for a bit and see if they go away? Do you think your boss will get upset at you if I keep you on the phone?”
Me: “That’s fine, I think; I’m sure she wouldn’t mind after I explain everything to her.”
Boyfriend: “Ah, okay. Just let me know if they leave, or you can just say a code if you think you want me to head over there. Just ask me if we can go see a movie tonight, and I’ll know to head right over.”
Me: “Aww, that’s great! So, how’s mom doing?”
(From there, we just have a normal conversation for a bit until the creep decides to finally leave.)
Me: “Oh, my God, thank you! That weird guy I told you about decided to return to the hotel and come at me full force! He kept claiming it was his birthday, and he was trying to get me to kiss or hug him for the longest time. Then he started checking out my a** and saying he was going to jump over the counter to grab my a** and kiss me! At one point, he made a motion like he was actually going to pull himself over the counter until other people came through the lobby.”
Boyfriend: “You going to be okay? Want me to come over until your shift is over and I can pretend that I’m your ride?”
Me: *looks at the time and realizes I’ve been dealing with the guy for over two hours of constant harassment* “Oh, wow. My shift is nearly over. I think I’ll be okay; if he comes back I’ll have you give me another call and we can pretend that you have no clue what we need from the house for groceries or something.”
(Luckily, he never returned, but every time the Alabama team played at our stadium I got worried he would return.)
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