Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Being a target at Target
I stopped by Target after my evening board meeting on Monday. I saw this older guy, 40's, kind of scruffy, follow me to the doors and then watched me walk in the building. He just stopped and stared at me. I saw his reflection in the glass doors. It really shook me up. The entire time inside the store I thought he would be outside waiting for me. Remember last year when I woman got abducted from a Target parking lot and murdered? I couldn't stop thinking of that. I hate being dramatic about things, so I didn't want to say anything. Finally at checkout I had a nice woman cashier and I asked for an escort to my car. I felt so stupid, yet relieved to have the security officer walk me out. I got into my car and drove straight home. I called Jeff and broke down crying. It really freaked me out. I think as I get older I'm more aware of my surroundings and protective. In my younger days (aka college) I never got scared of anything. In retrospect, I know I did the right thing.