So I have the 400-some pictures on my computer that Tim took over our vacation. I’m going through them tomorrow and will post a mammoth vacation entry. Promise.
In much more unsettling news, remember that creepy guy who kept calling and trying to talk dirty to me? Well, he called yet again tonight and started to describe to me what I’m wearing. He also knows what time I get off work. I’ve hung up on him twice now and then stopped answering altogether. He’s called five times in the past twenty minutes. (At least I’m assuming those unanswered calls were him.) I told Security, but other than scanning the lobby for guests staring at the front desk and touching themselves, there’s not much that can be done at the moment. I tried *57 to do a number trace, but it’s not working from the hotel phones.
I’m moving my pepper spray from my shoulder bag to my coat pocket. Bring it on, Creepy McCreepington.
**Update: He’s called three more times since I posted this entry. And his name is Reggie (unless he was lying).
****Update: I am home. Security walked an extra block with me.