Whatever floats your boat...
A few months ago I got some unusual mail. It wasn't the mail itself that was unusual, they were two pieces of junk mail advertising life insurance from the same company. What was unusual was the word that was handwritten above my address on each piece of mail. The word was 'DIE'.
The mail in my building is put into mailboxes in the lobby, one for each tenant. Some pieces of mail that won't fit in the mailbox are sorted by a door person. These weren't particularly large envelopes, but were left on the floor outside my apartment door, I don't know by which member of the building staff. My aide, who gets my mail, brought them in when she arrived that night, about two months ago.
My first reaction was stunned and upset. I have been having problems with one specific doorman for about a year. He has been verbally harassing me, and my aide has witnessed an incident when I was being dropped off after the unveiling of my Mother's headstone that she shares with my Father. I was rolling my wheelchair out of my friend's van at the entrance to my building, and suddenly this doorman is screaming at me from the lobby doorway to get myself to the ramp on the side of the building. He was ordering me and trying to intimidate me. I said nothing, my aide and I just stared at him. Unfortunately in my building, if you use the single wheelchair ramp for access, you have to be let in or out by a door person. We are not allowed our own key for that door.
After I got that mail, I was experiencing 'fight or flight' feelings. I remembered that there is a state policeman who lives in my building. My aide got his number from a (different) doorman, who was VERY curious as to why I wanted the number. I called the policeman, whom I'd only met once since he moved here. I was very apologetic about calling him, but when I explained everything to him, he took it seriously. He said there was nothing he could do immediately. I mentioned the handwriting on the letters, (lot of CSI watching), and he said yes, it could be used to search for identity, but he couldn't start an investigation without another incident. He took my name and info, and even though I had hoped for more of a start on things, I feel better knowing that someone in authority knows what's been going on. I also keep my door locked at all times now, which I wasn't doing before.
Never a dull moment.