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.
Creeper: “How are you?”
Me: “Fine.”
I give that half-smile/eye-shift combo which means “buzz off.”
I keep walking.
Creeper: “You’re stuck up. You should try to be more friendly.”
I stop and turn around.
Me: “It’s about 25 degrees, my nose is running, I need to pee, my legs hurt, and I’m carrying about 3 pounds of dog shit in these plastic bags. I’m not in the mood to want to talk to anyone right now. I hope you understand.
I shoot him a glare and keep walking.
Sorry, my dog walk isn’t a hoe-stroll.
2 Comments
Gary
November 20, 2010 at 12:24 pmWas this guy creepy in a pervy way? Serial killer way?
Jansen
November 20, 2010 at 4:34 pmIt rubs the lotion on its skin!
Haha, more desperate than buffalo bill actually…