I don’t know why. I do it sometimes, when I’m bored, angry. I’m really stressed about tomorrow so I opened Google and typed a few names in…and then I typed in HIS. I Googled him. Now, I have done it before and only found something old from before he effed everything up for me. This time his new business comes up. Thank fricking god there wasn’t a photo of him. I would’ve freaked out and only had myself to blame. But there was his mobile number. Call me! it said. I’ve got a few things to say.
I’m at home ‘unfit for employment’ and that convicted criminal is out there providing ‘friendly service’ according to one happy customer in their review.
Yuck. Yuck. Yuck. There’s a little part of me that wants to stand out the front with a banner saying, ‘You have just hired a sexual predator!’. That’s normal, right? Set up that business with your payout while I sat in the bottom of the shower howling like a wolf?
I’m smarter than that. But at least I know where the bastard is, what he drives and pray to god I never run into him. Stupid Google.