A friend of mine, who happens to be head of security at the mall I used to have my cookie store in, left a message on face book asking me if the death notice for a man known as a generous Santa was my Santa.
My Santa, HA! Funny, real F'ing funny.
No it was not my Santa. My Santa was nicknamed Creepy Santa, his real name is Dave. The death notice was for Ernest something. So Creepy Santa is still out there being creepy.
Creepy Santa was the Santa for the mall 2 years ago. He had a crush on me that was very abnormal and uncomfortable. The guy was double creepy when I found out that he lived at home with his mom, he was 52 years old. His only jobs were being Santa at holiday time and a pirate at the Renaissance Festival in the summer. If that is not a clue that something is not right I do not know what is.
The list of creepy behavior included, secretly taking pictures of me, ( I found out when another mall employee informed me that she saw him on several occasions take the pictures), sending me flowers, showing up at the mall after the Santa job was over just to say HI and always when Mark or my son Greg were not around. Sitting on a bench inside the mall for hours watching me, asking my employees what my schedule was, telling me how beautiful I was, and other little things that were not normal. Yuck!
I ignored the little things in the beginning , but when I had my hand on top of the display and bent over to pick a spatula off the floor, then felt someone put a hand on top of mine, which scared the beejeezs out of me because I wasn't expecting it, and saw that it was Creepy Santa, I knew my instincts were correct. This guy is not normal! I asked him what the hell he was doing, he said he liked my color of nail polish. What???? So you have to touch me???? And where did he come from?? Around the corner, he just happened to be in the mall looking for a piano for his mom. A piano?? Who the fuck sells pianos in the mall????
My husband said I was imagining some of the things I was telling him Creepy Santa was doing, security was a bit skeptical too,(thanks for the support guys) but the flowers put an end to the doubt. Eventually the off duty police guys told Creepy Santa not to come to the mall, if he did he would be arrested for tresspassing, and to leave me alone. Thankfully I haven't seen nor heard from Creepy Santa for a year now.
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7 comments:
EEwwwww, sounds a little bit psycho to me! Keep a lookout around you Cheer!
Blogger Bubs made a comment once about how if your job involves wearing a costume, thing probably haven't worked out for you. I think that applies there.
skylar's dad: eeewwwww is right
JY: the costume is definetly clue things have not worked
This reminds me of Billy Bob Thorton in Bad Santa, only he wasn't creepy as much as just bad, although I'm quite sure Billy Bob could also play a good creepy Santa.
One of my daughters had a 'creepy santa' for awhile. He was calling & telling her he was going to kill her family. One time he called and told her he had taken her son. The creepy thing is, how did he know she wasn't with her son if he wasn't watching her. He finally backed off but still calls every once and awhile.
Being accused of being paranoid is better than being dead.
GKL: I would love to see Billy Bob play a creepy santa, he would be terrific.
Doad: That is so aweful. I hope she reported the guy to the police.
Oh, my!
My handy man hasn't shown up for awhile - thankfully.
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