Take a Letter

One of the scariest patrons I have ever encountered has crossed my path about three times. The first time happened right after I started a new job and the Unibomber, as he will forever affectionately be known, paid me a visit.

He wanted a typewriter (which we had) and some paper (which we didn't) so he used the scrap paper. He began chit-chatting about my job -- if I liked it, if I was in charge, etc. I told him that I did, that I was and he then asked : "Do you like to be in control...?"

Eehh....

After about ten whole minutes of this kind of freakshow, I motioned him towards the typewritier. Unfortunately, this typewriter was stationed directly thirty feet across from my station. About every five minutes he called out an update on his situation: "I got it on now"... "It works!"... "It's quiet, huh?"

For my part, I just raised my eyebrows, smiled nervously, and went back to work. On either side of my desk there were two security cameras. Now these were monitored at the main desk as well as the Director's office. Desperately I wanted to flail my arms wildly at both, begging for salvation from someone, ANYONE, who could be watching. "Save me! Psycho-typer is here!"

The final straw was when Unibomber turned in his chair and whispered my name... "Sam...Sam..." and I knew help was not coming.