2:10 PM
So I went grocery shopping last night.
I like to go in the middle of the night to avoid the screaming brats and their equally bratty parents. I hate waiting in line and listening to them bitch that they have to wait in line. Grocery stores are so much more shoppable at midnight even when they have the aisles packed with stock to be shelved.
So I was shopping and passed this guy in the pickle aisle who apparently followed me all the way to the milk aisle where he approached me.
“Excuse me, I felt compelled to come to you and ask if you needed me to pray for you,” he said from the other side of my shopping cart.
“Um, I’m good, thanks,” I answered.
“Well, I just wanted you to know we have a healing group that meets in Marysville on Wednesdays, if you’d like to come.”
“Thanks, but I’m fine. Really, I’m good.”
“Well, if you change your mind it’s at…(some address I made no effort to remember). Bye.”
“Yeah, bye.”
Well, that was weird.
Now don’t get me wrong, I have all kinds of New Age beliefs and all, but some random guy approaching me in the middle of the night…creepy. Maybe he really did have that “I should pray” feeling, or maybe he was some serial killer who thought I looked like an easy target dressed in my plaid flannel and shopping alone in the middle of the night (yes, I watch waaaaay to much Criminal Minds and true crime shows). Either way, I was shopping alone in the middle of the night, so no, I’m not taking you up on your offer.
Also, I found myself keeping an eye on my rearview for lights following me home. May sound paranoid, but it’s only paranoia until some psycho decides to slice you up.
Just sayin…
