I was debating about bringing this up in a blog for a while. I’m not sure if it really holds any strength in the world, but I felt like it was something that I had to share because it’s something that has seriously creeped me out.
I live in Lancaster, PA which is a rapidly growing city in southeast Pennsylvania about an hour from Philly. Lancaster is where I was born and raised and even after moving from Pittsburgh, to Tampa, I always ended up back here. It’s my home. In the last five years, Lancaster has grown in to quite the mini-Philadelphia, all the while being surrounded by farmland and Amish. It’s now an awesome melting pot of culture. All cities have their crime and violence, but ours has been pretty low–for the most part.
I am a banquet event manager in a recently completely remodeled restaurant that is thriving. I love my job. It’s right in the center of the city and is an amazing environment to work in. The loading dock to our restaurant faces a very small alley that a lot of time homeless folks are meandering around. I always enter the restaurant through the loading dock and often see people rooting through the trash or hanging out by the entrance to the park right beside us.
Recently two things have happened in this area that were pretty disturbing. One of our bartenders witnessed someone OD’ing on heroin in the alley way. Thankfully, he responded quickly and called an ambulance but if no one else had been there, someone could have possibly found a dead person behind the restaurant. Terrifying! I know heroin has blown up in the outskirts of Lancaster lately, but this really put it in to perspective. These people have no where else to go and turn to drugs as a release. An escape from their unfortunate reality. I’ve been there, I’ve done it, and it’s absolutely terrifying. I hope the man survived and I also hope it was a wake-up call for him.
As employees, we are lucky enough that our company pays for us all to be able to park in the lot right behind the alley, since parking is pretty hard to find downtown (and somewhat expensive) especially on a Friday night! BUT, the parking garage also turns in to a hideaway for those who have no where else to go.
It was Valentine’s Day this year that I encountered the second event that I feel a need to share. There are seven floors to this parking garage and on this day I had to park on the 5th. As I was walking toward the stairway to go down to the street level, I saw a man standing in the vestibule. He looked dirty and was facing out the glass towards the cars. One of his hands was down around the button of his pants and the other hand was holding a cell phone that he was staring intently at.
At first, I didn’t think much of it and assumed he was just reading a text message on his way down the stairs. But as I got closer, I realized there was a “rubbing” motion going on with the hand near the opening of his pants. He was masturbating in the stairway! I saw the tip! I quickly turned around and went the other way, grabbing the MASE out of my purse. I decided to completely avoid the stairs and and circled around the spiral of cars until I made it to the bottom.
What if he was just waiting for a woman, or even a man, to walk in that stairway vestibule?
I quickly went in to the restaurant and called the police. Unfortunately, by the time they made it there, he was gone.
It’s so scary to me that in this Trump era, that these kind of things are starting to happen in our little town, or anywhere for that matter. It brings back that impending feeling of doom that I was talking about in my previous blog.
If anyone sees anything like the last two events that I wrote about, call the police immediately or call the ambulance if you see someone in trouble. You could be saving a life.
—a very concerned sloth