I always feel like... sombodys watching me

At work I have a calm and comforting demeanor, I don't like to start trouble,
and am friendly to others ... like I have to be. Meh.
Apparently this attracts the nut jobs, like flies on shit, where I work.

Today though, I got a new one.

~ ~ ~ Paranoid Lady ! ! !

Now, Paranoid Lady gets in my lane and I notice she's glanced over he shoulder a few times at a fellow a few lanes down from us. I don't say anything and hope that sinking feeling would go away...naw, she's going to make this be weird.


PL: "Excuse me."

Me: "Yes?"

PL: "Is that gentleman over there watching me?"

Me: "Um, the man a few lanes over?"

PL: "YES! Don't stare at him, just let me know, is he looking over here?"

Me: "Hum, well no, he doesn't look like he's looking over here."

PL: "He was following me, at least it felt like, it seemed like he was, he followed me through the whole store!"

Me: *...*

PL: "I'm very aware of my surroundings, some people aren't but I am. He went down every aisle I did!" *implying I'm not seeing it cuz I'm not 'aware' enough*

Me: *...*

PL: "I know when I'm being FOLLOWED! He was watching me, and when I noticed he said 'Hello' and SMILED! He followed me and now I feel weird we are both checking out at the SAME TIME!"

Me: "He does not seem to be looking at you miss, but I can have someone escort you to your car if you would feel safer?"

PL: "No no no, I just think its weird we are both checking out at the same time too."

Me: "Well, your all done now, and he's still getting his stuff all packed up, so you will be leaving long before he will"

PL: "Oh, good, ok then"

Me: "And you can go out that exit if you don't want to walk by him."

PL: *proceeds to walk right by her 'stalker'*


Paranoid Lady, you are 65 years old,
unless he had a geriatric fetish, I doubt he gave a shit about you.
It was more likely that you both needed TP, tomato sauce and lettuce.

Leave the poor polite man alone!