He always answers in the most incredible ways.
Last week, I did my usual Thursday thing. I played in a tennis match, and got my rear end kicked. I got in the car, swore to myself the opponents were cheaters and it was all my partner's fault, and then I consoled myself by going shopping.
I went to our small department store in town. The place was practically empty. While looking for some sweaters, I noticed a man behind me also looking through the racks in the ladies section. A sales lady repeatedly kept asking him if he needed help. I paid no attention... just assumed she thought he was a shoplifter and honestly, I felt she had everything under control - no need to don my batwoman costume.... yet.
I took my time shopping and did notice he was always in the same department as me, but I didn't worry because the sales lady was on his tail.
As I exited the store, I noticed two police cars and the man (from the ladies department) stood by them in handcuffs. I started walking to my car when a police officer approached me and asked to talk to me. I'm thinking ...holy bananas... they think I was in "cahoots" with this guy who was shoplifting! What's the Mister going to say when I call him for bail money? The young officers and store manager told me that I was not "in trouble" but it was imperative that they get a statement from me. I told them that I did not witness him taking anything. They then told me that he was not shoplifting but he was actually on the floor taking pictures up my skirt. For one millisecond I swear I thought I was on Candid Camera or that show that Betty White plays tricks on people.
Within minutes, I am peering at a tape in the store's security office of me with my full "reader" arsenal - glasses on my head, on my face and another pair hanging on a chain. The tape shows me trying to look at the price of a sweater totally oblivious of the guy on the ground on his back peeping up my skirt. I'm ashamed to say this happened in two separate instances.
By the way... I don't want any of you to get the wrong impression of me. I am a height-challenged, ab-challenged
The officer asked me if I wanted to file charges. He explained to me that if I didn't fill out a report, this guy would do the same thing to other women. I couldn't bear the thought of him doing it to anyone else, especially a young girl, so I filed the paperwork.
I have watched about 10 million shows where a security expert advises you to always be aware of your surroundings. Maybe I should have watched 10 million and one shows.
I think the message is clear in this story. Not only did I learn some valuable lessons, I also was "inspired" to write my blog!
Have a great Sunday!