Friday was a weird day for me. I had two things happen to me that set my nerves on edge, and they stayed that way for the rest of the weekend.
I had to run to TJ Maxx. I wanted to see if they had those Laura Ashley socks that Marshall�s had mysteriously run out of 5 days after they put them on display.
Parking was slim pickings at TJ Maxx. I found a space 20 cars away from the front door. Immediately after I got out of my car, I saw this guy acting very strangely. He was black, dressed in a long black coat, wearing a hat and a hood over it. He was following women around in the parking lot. The weird thing is that he was not saying anything to them. I could tell it was weirding people out.
I got about 60 feet from the front door and I saw that he noticed me. He began to walk towards me. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and my heart began to pound. I decided to cross between two cars. He started to follow me, still not talking. Man that was scary!
I got up on the sidewalk and looked at him. He stared at me, not moving at all. When I finally got a few feet from the door, he lost interest and moved away.
I stood inside the store and stared out the glass at him. He was still doing this to other customers. I watched a few customers who had left the store scurry to their vehicles, obviously afraid. There was something about that man that was not right.
Now, I knew I had to say something to the store employees. I knew that he was scaring people and that I would have a very difficult time leaving the store when I was finished if he was still in the parking lot. I was scared for my safety.
I saw two women in customer service. I told them what had happened. One did not take any interest at all. The other had an attitude.
�What did he look like?� The snotty one asked, putting her hand on her left hip.
I described him: what he was wearing. I described what he was doing and how unsafe I felt. I did not say his race because I felt it was unimportant.
�Oh, that�s Marty. He works here.� She shot me this condescending look. Instantly, I knew she felt I was scared because he was black. I was so offended! This angered me. I�m not afraid of African-Americans. I�m afraid of creepy people.
�Well, I don�t think he should be walking up to people and not saying anything. That�s weird.� She didn�t say a word. She just walked away.
And by the way, why wasn�t he wearing a nametag?
What was he doing walking around the parking lot stalking people?
And why the hell did he not say anything?
During Christmas season when you have a much higher chance of getting robbed?
To women?
At night?
I think I�m going to call to complain.
I see two police cars in the parking lot. Taken, it is a huge parking lot. There�s a cinema, a couple of restaurants, an ice cream shop, a gym and about 7 other stores, so they�re busy anyway.
In the end I didn�t say anything and drove out of there.
I guess I�m a wimp. And part of me felt bad because there was a chance that this man was mentally handicapped and I didn�t want to get him in trouble.
When I was almost home, I am coming to a stop at a red light in a left hand turning lane. There is a man there collecting money for charity. I pull a dollar out of my wallet, roll down my window and hand it to him.
He said, �I could just kiss you right now,� which to me meant people were not making donations.
I smiled and got ready to roll up my window. He stops me and says, �Do you date black guys?� I was so flabbergasted that I said, �No.� It�s more accurate to say I just don�t date, but he caught me off guard.
�Well, can you start with me?�
�I don�t date guys. I date girls,� I stammered. Now, I was just making stuff up to get him to leave me alone. Man, this light was taking a long time.
�You�re yanking my chain!� He yelled, practically leaning into my car. �For real?� He asked.
�I�m for real. Now go get you some money. Merry Christmas!�
And then he said something so suggestive and obscene that I can�t even write it here. I was shocked. Suffice it to say that he felt he could do whatever another girl does to another but better. It was disgusting! What is it about me that people think they can say things like that to me? Is it supposed to turn me on or what? Yuck!
I�m upset that this guy who was collecting money for charity said something so vulgar to me!
Man, what a day!
The nerve of some people.
11:33 am - December 20, 2005
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