Karen Carpenter stalking incident #2
Done with classes for the day. Dark outside as I walk to my car. I pull out the keys, pull open the door, heave my backpack and laptop bag inside, and follow them in. Key in ignition. The radio comes on. I left it on the "soft rock" station. And what to my wondering ears should appear...
"I'llll....be hooooome...for Chriiiiiissssmaaaaas..." Karen sings soothingly.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I shout like a derranged maniac.
Karen Carpenter, serial stalker. Incident number 2, and it's only the 8th of November. Where will she turn up next?
It's going to be a long two months.