My car broke down in the middle of the highway, and a man named Joel tried to help me fix it. Whenever he thought I wasn't looking, he would make a "scissoring" motion with two of his fingers in my direction. This creeped me out so I asked him to stop, but he denied doing it at all. Once my car was fixed, he got in the passenger seat and rode home with me, and I wasn't allowed to kick him out because he helped me fix my car. When we got to my house, he asked if he could smell my kitchen, and I said no. He began to beg, telling me he knew I had "perfumic forks and spoons", and eventually forced his way inside and started licking my spoons.










