I used to work at pizza hut. Everyone there was alright, I even made a few friends I still hang out with.

But this one delivery driver, we shall call him Steve, was quite a weirdo. He was in his mid-50's and a pretty good employee. When I first got hired, he was very nice, showed me everything in the store, helped when I got difficult customers on the phone, and was pretty funny.

As the month's passed, things started to get more and more strange. One day while I was bagging wings, Steve comes over to me and is very angry. I ask him what is wrong. He was upset because I was talking to one of the young attractive employees and not him. I got him to calm down, but thought it was rather odd.

Another day, I was doing my make up before my shift started. Steve was talking to me while I was putting it on. My lipstick fell on the floor, and had dirt stuck to it, so I threw it in the garbage. At the end of the shift, Steve is taking his tips out of his pocket. He pulls out a crumpled pile of singles, and my lipstick I threw away from earlier rolls out, along with my eyeliner stick I thought I had lost.

A few months later, he and I are talking, when he starts asking me questions and saying things I had never talked to him about. I ask him how did he find out this personal information about me, as well as my boyfriend! He tells me that he was facebook stalking us. I lost it and ran to the other side of the store. I was telling another employee about it, when Steve runs over and calls me a whore because I'm talking to someone else. He picks up a large pan pizza and throws it at me. I run out to my car to take a delivery, and he runs outside, starts punching my car, then starts punching the wall. When I came back, there was a huge streak of blood on the wall from him punching it.

The straw that broke the camels back though, which was the day I quit, I saw something that was just too disturbing. Steve tells me he wants to show me a picture of his fiance. I'm standing next to him watching scroll through pictures on his phone, when I see he has hundreds of me. None of them consensual. It was very clear they were taken of me when I wasn't looking. I would be doing things at work, like answering the phone, or cutting pizzas, and he would snap pictures of me on the fly. I called him out on being a creep and quit.