At my first job, I realised a guy who I had a chance encounter with beforehand worked there. As soon as I realised, I was transferred to another store with a lot of friends/family there.
My best friend worked there and we constantly swapped name badges because I was one of the main people to properly talk with customers.
Joining the first store is a story within itself but let's continue with the main point.
Now if you don't know working at fast food places, timing is everything. You have to be fast. You need to be quick. Screw everything else, you get that food to the customer.
You're put wherever you are, be it packing or drive through box, because that's what you seem to be best at.
Box seemed to be the one place no one wanted since you are one on one with the customers and face to face. I, unfortunately, was put in box.
There were customers I recognised because they came in daily and we became friendly to each other. Most said their orders or told me their daily rituals and then went along.
There was this one guy who came in daily and was throwing me off of my "he's not just here for food" radar. He was overly nice which isn't something you encounter much.
He'd always compliment me with "you look amazing today, Strawberry!" I always nodded and said thank you because, let's face it, it's customer service and you get some creepy people there.
He always called me Strawberry even if sometimes I wore different name badges.
After Christmas 2 years ago, I began wearing the name badge "Max". I got a bit too into 2 Broke Girls and found myself within Max.
The man continued to call me Strawberry and always came in every day or even twice a day at around 12pm to 4pm.
Soon, after several people came in telling me their worst moments, I was moved to packing which involves maybe two seconds with a customer, just reciting their order.
I guess seeing someone daily may result in a kind of "home" which was okay with me but I still felt uncomfortable with strangers telling me their life story.
The man who came daily started coming less and less with school holidays but once they ended, he began his daily ritual again.
I became aware that his timing was always when I worked, nothing spectacular in itself but I found myself wary of him.
We had a new manager who never knew that I was uncomfortable with certain people, even if I told him myself.
I constantly hid and refused to serve customers during the hours the man would come in, just pack and hand out.
He began going from drive-thru to front counter and was consistently changing his timing and what way he'd go until I no longer knew when he was coming. This isn't too creepy, if I'm honest.
But it gives background so thank you for staying with me.
One day while handing him his food, going through the consistent "you're so pretty, Strawberry!" and my nods, he hands me something.
Fast food restaurants with drive-thru's often get "surprise presents" which is mostly rubbish so I accepted it to throw in the trash. He drives off and I look at what I picked up from him.
A really crappy jewellery store box with both earrings and a note. The note read "Strawberry, darling, I hope you call me. I love you so much and I hope we can be together one day.
If you need anything please call me immediately." in a child's 5 year-old hand writing along with his number and signature.
My coworkers ooh'd and ahh'd until I got tired of it and told them to stop.
A few months ago, he came in and left without a word. I went on break 4 hours later and heard someone yelling "Strawberry!" I look around and I see the man in his car.
We make eye contact and he begins screaming for me. Begging me to get into his car and to be his friend. I told him I was sorry, that I was busy but he began shouting that this was fate.
That we were destined to be together. I walked away thinking that it would be nothing. He drove around our parking lot (shared with other stores) for the rest of my break.
Every time he passed me he would make eye contact, stop and stare at me until I looked away.
After that, he started coming around more until I got tired and decided I needed a week away.
I come back to work, see him again (apparently his second time since my week off) and then I started getting random phone calls from every major city in my country.
Every time I answer one, it just says "Straw..." or breathes heavily until I hang up.
I've tried to stay in the calls for as long as possible for a sign that it's him or it's some scam market but every time I say "hello? who is this?" they just breathe and hang up.