My Stalker Scare: The Coke Bottle Incident

Times I Should’ve Listened To My Mother — #2

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I’ve never felt more naive than the time I was sent an old glass Coke bottle with my name on it, to my New York City apartment, and had no idea who it was from.

I’m a very trusting person. The type that will ask a stranger to watch my luggage at an airport while I pick up overpriced snacks…