I can't get away from them! Weirdos are everywhere, unable to fight off the gravitational pull of my ample rumpus. I can sense them behind me, and a visual check reveals that my teacher eyes-in-the-back-of-my-head have not grown vestigial.
I picked up a few items at Save A Lot on Tuesday. Romaine lettuce, milk, bologna, hamburger, two TV dinners, buns, and bread. Plus some cookies and brownies for The Pony. I was halfway down the first aisle, the dairy section, when I heard a cart behind behind me. I glanced around and saw an old man a bit younger than Hick. No big deal.
Moving on to the meat case, I grabbed a pack of thick bologna. Despite the beliefs of many, Hick is not actually FULL of bologna. A bit farther down was the real meat. I took a family pack of hamburger. Hick has asked for "something with hamburger, and mashed potatoes, and macaroni and cheese." He might be carb-loading for a marathon. Those seemed an odd choice of sides. One of them would be sufficient.
Anyhoo... my next move was the paper plates. I parked my cart to peruse the selections. Not that it's expansive, but that I was hoping I was just overlooking what I wanted. Which was the large coated plates with a design on them. Save A Lot has been out of them the last several visits. As they were this time. So I took a smaller version, halfway between the regular size and a cake-slice size.
That Old Man had come up my aisle. That happens. He was stopped beside me. I figured he was wanting some plates for himself. I got out of there, to give him room. Yet he also turned, without taking any plates. I moved to the glass-doored freezer case along the back wall, with TV dinners. They're handy for Hick when he plans to leave before regular supper time to get to the auction early. As I was locating the BBQ Pork with Mashed Potatoes and Corn, I noticed that Old Man with his cart right beside mine AGAIN.
So close, in fact, that I couldn't turn my own cart sideways to open up the glass door. I had to push it forward, almost into the black swinging doors leading to the warehouse portion of the store. I put my two TV dinners in the cart. I couldn't get up the freezer case aisle along the side wall, leading to the bread up front, because Old Man was standing there with his cart.
It was THEN that I noticed Old Man was loaded for bear. He wore a t-shirt with a button-up shirt over it. He'd left the top shirt unbuttoned, with one side tucked behind the HOLSTER WITH PISTOL on his belt.
I don't freak out about shopping on the Old West Frontier. Missouri is a concealed carry state. Every now and then you see weapons. I guess Old Man wanted everybody to know that he was packin', no concealing about it! That's not what makes him a weirdo. FOLLOWING ME, and not picking anything off the shelf where he was standing by me, is what makes him a WEIRDO!
I backed up my cart, and took the next aisle, the chips and salsa and nuts, to make my way to the front bread. Old Man also reversed his cart, taking nothing from the freezer case, and started after me. I glanced over my shoulder again. Old Man continued to the soda/dogfood aisle on the back side of the chips. Where he could have gone initially, instead of following me to the frozen food TV dinners to block my way and select nothing.
Guess I showed HIM! It always pays to be aware of your surroundings...
I think that would freak me out, or you have an admirer!ReplyDelete
I DID have an admirer at Save A Lot! Way back on New Year's Day in 2006. A woman came up to me, stroked my arm, and told me I was SO PRETTY! Then she asked if I had a husband. Because if I didn't, somebody was going to snatch me up.Delete
It took a couple of aisles before I realized that she was a bit challenged, and was trying to find a date for one of her brothers.
That last glance over your shoulder made him aware that you'd noticed him following, so he moved on. I'm betting if you hadn't glanced, he would have kept following. Do you have your purse or wallet sitting in the trolley where he (or anyone) could easily snatch it up and take off with it? That happened to me once, I got followed until I took my handbag off the baby seat and buried it under a mountain of groceries, then the follower took off.ReplyDelete
I don't know what his deal was! I'm not sure he had anything in his cart. I never take in my purse. Just my debit card, in my shirt pocket. Sometimes cash in my pants pocket, in case the chip reader goes wonky.Delete
Heh, heh. Sometimes when I squeezed by a stranger's cart in Walmart, the lady would run over like I was going to snatch her purse out of the child seat. AS IF I could outrun anybody with my ill-gotten riches...
That was weird!ReplyDelete
It would be different if he at least picked up an item to look at it, after I got out of the way. This just seemed like stalking. Like he had no interest in the items on the shelf after I left.Delete
Some weirdo might have gotten wind of your winnings.ReplyDelete
NO! I didn't even get my picture taken with a big check!Delete
Perhaps he's a marketing executive taking notes on what people buy at different times of the day.ReplyDelete
Not to judge a gun-toter by his cover, but he didn't look like a marketing executive! I'd consider that more if he had held a clipboard, tablet, or even a phone, to document my items.Delete