A pretty woman being followed today down the street was obviously distressed, didn’t know her follower and he pinged the creep meter. I had seen him earlier in the grocery store parking lot circling another pretty woman.
He wasn’t panhandling so I didn’t know his mischief exactly but that it was nefarious went without saying.
So this new woman he’s now following down the street keeps quickening her pace and then so would he. This goes on for like two blocks. I speed up and she’s now about half a block ahead. I pull my car over with the window down. “Do you want a ride?” I yell ”OMG OMG OMG thank you” she says. And then is in my front seat in two seconds.
I lock my doors and am rolling my window up and pulling away all in the same maneuver. But now he’s arrived at my car and takes an angry swipe at my window with something in his hand.
His sneer right in my side window is what jeeved me out the most. Then he spit on the window for a parting salvo. We all scream like the girls we are.
“How did you know to pull over, oh bless you, but how did you know? The girl/woman was trying to keep it together for Scarlett’s sake.
“I just watched him back at the grocery store and didn’t like one thing about him, then he landed on you, and I instantly liked everything about you and watched him follow you for three blocks, I wanted to help.”
“I’m definitely calling it in to the police.” She said. I drove her shaking self around with her muttering, “I was so scared, I was so scared.”
Finally Scarlett in the backseat asks what a predator is and I say that it’s a man who wants to do mean things to woman. Weak, I know but it was all I had on the spur of the moment.
Scarlett then added that both the previous woman and this one in our car right now were very pretty and that must be what he liked.
We took the woman to her destination safely after driving the jitters away and she felt secure. She gave me a hug and left the car.
Scarlett goes, “That was close, but he didn’t want you Mommy. Probably because of your gym hair and that’s a good thing, If you had your hair done he probably would have chased you. Or if you had some makeup on and wasn’t all sweaty.”
For coming so close to evil I enjoyed the gift of laughter all the way home. And have decided that this story is the very definition of irony.