We're taking Let's Not Meet on the road again this year.

Phoenix, Arizona, I'll be at Rebel Lounge on November 17th, St. Paul, Minnesota at Turf Club on November 19th,

and Chicago, Illinois at Beat Kitchen on November 20th.

Get your tickets at let's not meetpodcast.com slash tour or follow the link in the show notes.

I'll see you there.

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Listener discretion is advised.

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Enjoy the show. I'm a 21-year-old female, and I work in the hospitality industry,

specifically doing graveyard shifts that usually run from 11 p.m. to 7 a.m. That being said, I have seen and

dealt with some of the most insane experiences. I could easily write a book at this point,

but this particular experience that I'm about to share was one of the most frightening.

For further context, I was brought up to be

caring, empathetic, and understanding. These core values mean a lot to me, and I live by them.

On numerous occasions, I've been told that having this mentality could lead me to being targeted by people with ill

intentions. I didn't believe that, since I've always felt that it's nice to be nice. But in hindsight,

after everything that happened, I've learned it's best to be a bit more skeptical. I work at a hotel, and usually during these graveyard shifts,

there are always two of us in the building. Once all of our work is finished, we're free to sit down

and relax for the remainder of our shift, or at least until the morning manager arrives roughly at

around 6 a.m.

So, on this particular day, I did exactly that.

I finished my tasks and sat down in the main area of the building

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