Death Threats and DiCaprio

This morning I arrived at work with a voice mail awaiting me. I heard, "I'm going to kill you tomorrow, how do you feel right now?" This was followed by much slurred gibberish involving movie stars and appeared to be in no way directed at me, but nevertheless it was creepy. I made Amber come over to listen to it and she confirmed it was creepy and later hypothesized via email that it was directed at Leonardo DiCaprio as all the movie stars were in some way connected with him. Finally Frank got to the office and after I made him listen to it, he called security. Security eventually came up to record the message at which time I determined that the first word of the message might actually be DiCaprio. At any rate, I filled out a report with security and really stopped worrying about it, although I was a bit concerned for my former heartthrob and fellow environmentalist.

Shortly thereafter, the editorial switchboard, which is about 10 feet from my desk, told me they had a caller on the line who sounded an awful lot like the guy who left the message who wanted to talk with me. She put him through and Frank picked up the phone. Apparently the guy was much more lucid and said something to the effect of, "Put that bitch on the phone or you, faggot, can come meet me on Hollywood Boulevard." Frank replied that it was too far to drive and said goodbye.

Then I called security to tell them about it and they said to transfer the next call to them. Switchboard received a call almost immediately, but the guy hung up when they transferred. Then security called me to see what happened and my other line started ringing, but I didn't get it in time and no message was left. That was the end of it for the day.

So here are the questions. 1) If the message was for Leo, why did the dude call back and ask for me? 2) If the dude was upset about my Sunday centerpiece, why would he ramble about moviestars? 3) How did the dude get my number in the night but then have to call the switchboard during the day? After hours security receives all calls, but my name isn't in the computer system so they should have been unable to transfer me.

At any rate, Frank made me get an escort to my bus stop. I felt this was unnecessary, but he did not give me a choice. At any rate, security picked me up in an unmarked black vehicle, drove me two blocks to the bus stop, and dropped me off there without waiting with me for my bus. Now pray tell, what in the world was the point of that? I kind of wish I'd gotten on the phone with the guy so I could have figured out if he actually knew who I was or if he thought I was in some way connected to Leo. Perhaps the saga will continue tomorrow.