and by funny I mean a bit weird and creepy.
I just popped out for a few bits that we needed. As I walking through the store, I noticed a man who was a bit odd-looking. There was nothing you could point at as being odd, but he just stood out a bit. I thought nothing of it, and carried on with my shopping.
Whilst I was looking at the Free From range, trying to find the soy sauce and as-difficult-to-find-as-the-Holy-Grail products we crave, he appeared again. Right next to me. Not overly close, but next to me.
“Alright love?”, he said
“Yes thanks”, I replied quietly, looking up briefly before I carried on looking for my soy sauce.
“Shopping for the family, are you?”, he continued.
I gave a very slight smile, not meeting his eye this time, in a way I hope conveyed a “I don’t want to get into a conversation with you but I am trying not to be rude” vibe.
It clearly didn’t work, because he carried on, this time stumbling over his question.
“I’m surprised you’re not … shouldn’t you be …. aren’t you … umm… I expect you’ll be getting your fella’s tea on soon won’t you?”
This time I steadfastly ignored him and turned away slightly. He left. Phew.
I found the soy sauce (the last bottle on the shelf, which had clearly been hiding when I could have done with it waving a banner) and moved on.
I went to get bread. By the time I picked up the first loaf, he had appeared in the isle. I skipped several isles and grabbed a box of tea bags. There he was again.
At this point, I decided that whatever else I had come in for that I hadn’t already picked up was not an immediate need and went to check out. I didn’t see him again.
Maybe he was completely harmless, but it made me feel creeped out. And a little bit vulnerable.