Momnesia

Just Because You're Paranoid, Don't Mean... Well, it Might Mean That They're Not After You...

Previously in Blogland:

Stacey was freaking out because of crazy people making threats.

Then, one of the crazy people rang the doorbell! (gasp!)

Tonight, a man followed me around the Bi-Lo glaring at me the whole time. I think he was reaching for my purse in the seafood section, because I turned around and he made a sudden movement. That's when the glaring began. I smiled at him, all friendly-like, because... I mean, I didn't know if he was trying to jack my purse. He could have epilepsy. But he just kept glaring at me. So I walked off, thinking of Amy's bad luck at the North Augusta Wal-Mart and vowing not to be such a dumbass in the future.

But he followed me around the store, even though I changed direction a couple of times, putting something back that I saw and wanted but that we totally don't need.... like gefeltefish and turkey necks.

Okay, I'm just kidding. What we didn't need was six cans of diced tomatoes. But you know how when you're in the store you kind of put on people blinders and go on about your business as though no one else was there, unless you absolutely have to acknowledge their presence, like when their cart mangles your big toe? Right, well, this guy was all about engaging me, staring me right in the eye and pushing around a cart with just a couple of cans from the sale bin right at the front entrance. It was weird.

But I didn't really notice it at the beginning. I just thought, "Hey, there's that guy again. And there he is again! And... why is he still looking at me like that?" But after about a half hour of it, I started to get a little weirded out. Then, even though I stopped and talked to Madonna Smith for about 20 minutes, he left at the same time I did, without a cart or a grocery bag. And he left the parking lot right behind me and turned the same direction.

So I drove around in the little neighborhoods around the Hill area, just looking at rental property and kind of watching my rear view mirror. There was no one there. It added an extra half hour to a trip I already didn't want to make. But mostly it pissed me off. Either this dude was acting like a freak, or I'm turning into a freak. Could someone give me their objective opinion as to whether or not I'm losing my damn mind?