Who in their right mind shows up at their employers home, way out in the boondocks, at 8:30 at night, when their employer never told them where they live, and it's so far off the road you have to be a stalker to find it, and you tried to call me at home and after leaving a rambling message you haven't heard from me because I am still wondering how in the f you got my number? Obviously the only thing left to do would be to drive to an undisclosed location and confront someone, right? Then, when it's called to his attention by me and my HUGE husband that he needs to drag his @#%@#@# ass, he goes to my office and sits at my desk writing me an apology letter. HOLY ASS CREEPY. I am insane that someone violated my personal space. Didn't know I could ever react that way to anything. But, this is why it doesn't surprise me that sales of guns to woman in America is on the rise. Nope - not surprised one bit. I will admit that I would have better luck knocking someone in the balls with one rather than trying to hit a target, though.
The kid is getting fired and I don't really feel bad about it. Of course, he knows where I live. Have a great day!