You don’t really need to answer that.  I know I am.  But still…

Yesterday in the Alby’s parking lot, parked right next to my minivan was a creepy looking man in a red 70’s pinto-ish something or other.  He had a mustache, long hair and was in a well, like a said, an old junky-ish red car.  With the windows rolled down.  Just hangin’ out.  Next to ma van.

When I went to buckle Spider in, (she was on the same side as the dude) I climbed in the van and shut the door.  I mean, his window was open.  I don’t need some man in a firebird viewing my hindequarters within pinching reach.  When the baby was buckled in, instead of opening the door and getting out, I climbed over the seats and all the junk in the way to get in the driver’s spot.  As I was getting buckled I happened to glance over and see the man make an "are you kidding me?" kind of face.

Maybe I offended him.

But I would rather have him be offended than me be offended or hurt or stolen.  And I know I am pretty paranoid, but hey, we live in that kind of world, unfortunately.  We live in a world where people walk into a mall and open fire.  We live in a world where people fly airpl*nes into buildings.  We live in a world where a passing jogger could turn around and cop a feel before running off leaving you flabbergasted and tarnished (happened to someone I know).  There are lots of good people and I love America, but you know just as well as I, that we live in that kind of world.

So to the creepy man-  I am sorry if you got offended, but you have got to know you were creepy.  Sitting in a camaro, with nappy hair, wearing a grubby t-shirt with the windows rolled down is weird.  It just is.  Unless you live in Nashville and make gold records when you put your pants on, the long hair and mustache look is gross.  And creepy.  Okay, even those country music stars, I don’t really dig it….

Anyway.  To any man reading this: If you are not a creep– do not dress like a creep!  You know what a normal person looks like.  Strive for that.

And if he wasn’t so creepy, then why did he pull out and re-park right after I left?

Paranoid?  Me?  You bet!