Stalking...

I get a lot of questions asking me if crazy crap happens to me outside the hospital.  Well, it does. 

About six months ago, I had to go to Wal-Mart for something that I couldn't find at the local supermarket.  I normally don't care for Wal-Mart, but I would have had to drive another 20 miles to find what I needed if I didn't go there, so whatever.  I was walking through the store with my head down, mainly just walking along the walkway to where I knew I was supposed to go.  It wasn't a straight line to the area I needed so there were several twists and turns along the way.  As I neared the section I needed, the girl in front of me I had not noticed until now stopped suddenly and turned to glare at me, angrily.  She was rather unfortunately unattractive and heavy besides.  Her glare made me stop in my tracks.

Girl:  "Stop following me, you pervert!"

I must have inadvertently followed her through the twists and turns, as I put together later, but this wasn't the first thing that came to mind.  As usual, my mouth was way ahead of my brain....

Me:  "You're not pretty enough to stalk."

And I walked past her.  She didn't say another word.

I later scolded myself for being mean, but she kinda brought that on herself.

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