I got chased by a homeless looking black man yesterday. Nothing like that has really ever happened to me before. It was a bit unnerving. When I got back from my late night Saturday call I couldn't find parking on the street in front of Rick's apartment, so I had to park on a little side street near a liquor store, auto shop, and a Burger King.
Sunday afternoon I got ready for church, and thankfully for one reason or another I had left my heels in the car, so I was walking out to my car wearing a nice white dress and flip flops (a stunning combination I'm sure). As I was walking past the Burger King this very sketchy looking individual came out of the restaurant, spotted me and yelled some sort of greeting at me. When I looked over and saw him, I, as most people would do, refrained from making any kind of response and continued walking to my car. At that point I heard him yell something that sounded suspiciously like "hey baby! Wait up!" I turned around saw that he was jogging towards me, and when he saw me turn he started picking up speed. I have no idea what he wanted from me, but I wasn't going to hang out long enough to find out and I broke into a full on run to my car, feeling really grateful to be sporting flip flops and not heels right then. I almost wrecked my little BMW I was in such a frenzy to get away from him. The guy of course stood there on the sidewalk looking at me, as though I was the weirdo. He was really probably just going to beg for money, but running after people and shouting at them from across a Burger King parking lot isn't a good approach.
After church I was telling Rick and his roommates what had happened. No one seemed all that alarmed. Their responses were something along the lines of "oh, that was right over there at that Burger King?" "Hmmm...weird..." Further evidence to me that men do not bother themselves with concerns about personal safety to nearly the same degree that women do.
After the boys' clear lack of interest in my story about being chased to my car, I decided not to tell them about the creepy looking man with a two foot long greasy gray ponytail that started flailing his arms in the air and shouting at me from a nearby parking lot as I was heading home from church. When I looked over at him he just shouted at me "you look really nice today." Because I'm a bit of a brat, the only response that came to mind was "...as opposed to all the other days you've seen me?" I decided it might just be best to not respond. Meredith told me when she gifted me this dress:
(I had to Mormonize it a bit with a little camisole underneath) that she got a lot of positive feedback when she wore it. I have a feeling that her sources of positive feedback were not quite as questionable as mine.
Sunday afternoon I got ready for church, and thankfully for one reason or another I had left my heels in the car, so I was walking out to my car wearing a nice white dress and flip flops (a stunning combination I'm sure). As I was walking past the Burger King this very sketchy looking individual came out of the restaurant, spotted me and yelled some sort of greeting at me. When I looked over and saw him, I, as most people would do, refrained from making any kind of response and continued walking to my car. At that point I heard him yell something that sounded suspiciously like "hey baby! Wait up!" I turned around saw that he was jogging towards me, and when he saw me turn he started picking up speed. I have no idea what he wanted from me, but I wasn't going to hang out long enough to find out and I broke into a full on run to my car, feeling really grateful to be sporting flip flops and not heels right then. I almost wrecked my little BMW I was in such a frenzy to get away from him. The guy of course stood there on the sidewalk looking at me, as though I was the weirdo. He was really probably just going to beg for money, but running after people and shouting at them from across a Burger King parking lot isn't a good approach.
After church I was telling Rick and his roommates what had happened. No one seemed all that alarmed. Their responses were something along the lines of "oh, that was right over there at that Burger King?" "Hmmm...weird..." Further evidence to me that men do not bother themselves with concerns about personal safety to nearly the same degree that women do.
After the boys' clear lack of interest in my story about being chased to my car, I decided not to tell them about the creepy looking man with a two foot long greasy gray ponytail that started flailing his arms in the air and shouting at me from a nearby parking lot as I was heading home from church. When I looked over at him he just shouted at me "you look really nice today." Because I'm a bit of a brat, the only response that came to mind was "...as opposed to all the other days you've seen me?" I decided it might just be best to not respond. Meredith told me when she gifted me this dress:
(I had to Mormonize it a bit with a little camisole underneath) that she got a lot of positive feedback when she wore it. I have a feeling that her sources of positive feedback were not quite as questionable as mine. 
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That is a Thirty-Flirty-and-Thriving dress. Nice job.
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