Plus ça change
I was looking at shoes today, and while I was browsing, the store phone rang.
“Don’t call here or the other location anymore,” the young woman working there said with an authority I never had at her age (somewhere in her mid 20s) and she quickly hung up. She then explained that the caller was the ex-boyfriend of her coworker, “an upper east side loser who still lives with his parents and doesn’t have to work to pay his rent,” who was practically stalking her, showing up and calling, pleading to get her back. Â (more…)
