Amy Catherine Eskridge

Within two minutes of me saying, Hey, we should walk over there later and take a picture of the license plate.

We were still standing there at the window, looking at it, talking about it.

And an Eastern European looking mother with a black beanie dressed all in black and his fifties or sixties walked out of the apartment directly across from ours, holding a license plate.

And he opened the trunk of the Lexus and he took out some tools and he changed the license plate right in front of our faces.

And then he walked back to his apartment and he put the old license plate on the front patio and went inside, left it outside.

And it was literally like, come get the license plate.

I have more.

I have more where this came from.

Come get the license plate.

And then after that, the Lexus started tailing me.

And every time I saw the Lexus, it had a different license plate.

It would be like Alabama plates, a different state plate.

It would be random dealer plates, none of which were local, just like cardboard temporary dealer plates, none of which were any local dealers.

Every time I saw it, it was different plates.

It would follow me to the gas station to go get beer.

I would go get beer at the gas station and that Lexus follows me.

And even my ex called an Uber once.

He called an Uber.

The Lexus pulled out from the spot across the parking lot from our apartment, drove over to our apartment and said, hey, I'm your Uber here to pick you up.

The license matched in the Uber app, but they didn't have an Uber sticker or a Lyft sticker.