I’m towards the end of a Lake Calhoun dog walk and run into a man who stares me down. I avoid eye contact, but to no avail:
Creeper: “Nice dogs!”
Me: “Thanks.”
I keep walking. He catches up.
I’m towards the end of a Lake Calhoun dog walk and run into a man who stares me down. I avoid eye contact, but to no avail:
Creeper: “Nice dogs!”
Me: “Thanks.”
I keep walking. He catches up.