Ooooooh! I wanna share a creep story that happened to me a few days ago–
I was at the grocery store for the first time in ages and since I hadn't been out of my house in well i honestly don't know a few days, I was kinda just walking around enjoying myself.
Mind you, I was in my usual casual punk outfit–ripped jeans, faded keds, an ancient Iron Maiden tshirt (Jay's), messy wavy hair, and minimal make up (hello liquid eyeliner). BUt I have to admit I looked pretty cute compared to most Karen's in the store.
Anyway.
I was heading down the drink aisle to pick up my fix of Arizona Ice Tea (mmmmm yas) and was debating what flavors I wanted to get when a mid aged dude came up beside me. No biggie, we're both getting tea. All good in the hood. I barely am paying attention to him, but move a little to the side so he can grab what he wants.
I could tell the moment he really noticed me because he did a double take and stupid me, who had dissociated while standing there debating the merits of Green Tea versus Black & White, gave the dude that Yes-Im-A-Pleasant-Human smile. (Ladies you know the one im talking about) Apparently, that was an invitation to check me over very obviously.
Blegh. I grab a tea.
He grabs the same one.
"I see you have a moon tattoo." He says. (It's my only visible one and obviously a conversation starter.)
Thank you, kind sir, I had no idea that I had the tattoo
"Yep. Sure do."
"It looks good against your skin tone. The black ink. Do you have more?"
I grab a different tea and stick it in my cart. I'm displeased that I have to go with the green because Richard over here is blocking the Black & White.
"I do." Queue me heading the fuck out.
Richard follows me down the aisle. "Did you hear about the super moon this month?"
I sigh and figure that making Richard seem stupid would be my best bet into making him leave me alone so I proceed to correct him and drop a long winded explanation about the moon phases and proper terminology regarding the moon phenomena that we will be experiencing for the rest of 2020. I bulldoze over everything he tries to say while maintaining a complete monotone.
"Wow you're really smart."
"No shit. Goodbye."
I go to leave, only to find that Richard is still following me about the store, so I tell the cashier that helped me. (an elderly woman who was the nicest lady in the world and called me "baby" so warmly I almost cried–you know the kind)
I walk out to my car, and low and behold, Richard is walking out right beside me.
I regret all life decisions at this point.
I pretend that a different car is mine and wait for the security that the Cashier called for me, pretending that I cant find my keys (hilarious because my purse is the size of a twix bar) when a COP pulls up out of nowhere and pauses by us.
I've never seen a Richard run so fast to get away from me.
Anyway–the cop was super nice and followed me home to make sure that I was safe. He gave me his card too in case anything else happened.
So–Safeway–aint all that safe. Shrug
