A Screaming Gentleman

One day, this short, balding man in a suit walks up to me and starts to scream. No warning, no reason, just a piercing wail right in my ear. And nothing I say or do gets him to stop. He barely pauses for breath. People start to look at us funny, so I leave the cafe. My lunch break was ending anyway. Well, he follows me to my building, and up to my floor. At this point, everyone’s looking, asking if we need help, shouting at us to shut up. I get my boss to call the cops, and I go outside to wait. He right beside me, screaming, the whole time.

Cops arrive and pull us apart, and he shuts right up. I can’t make out his statement while I’m giving mine, but he sounds reasonable. The cops tell us to stop and leave. Then, he’s screaming in my ear again. So the cops come back and haul him away

Next day, my voice mail is full of screaming. When I get home, it's there, too.

Two restraining orders and a call-block later, he’s reduced to sending letters, just “AaaaaAAAAaaAAaa.” I keep them. There’s something charming about his determination.