I was in a Target recently browsing in the Christmas decor section.
It was early morning.
I looked up and a dude was standing at the end of the aisle staring at me.
...and rubbing his chest.
JUST.EW!
So I glared in his direction and moved to the next aisle.
Sure enough dude does the same thing and I let SIP speak out loud.
SIP: What the fuck are you looking at?
...and I glared at his azz.
The startling thing is that my cussing in his direction didn't make him move. He still stood there rubbing his chest for a few beats before he slowly moved on.
I.WAS.PISSED!
I didn't see him anymore after that but I did a major reassessment of his description in my head just in case some ish went down on my way out and I needed to call the PoPo.
Short, about 5'6", mustache, dark hair, Hispanic, probably in his late 40s, olive green work pants, a brown plaid jacket with like faux sheerling in it and black work boots.
CHECK!
Anything like this ever happened to you? How'd you handle?
