White Man

You never know when or where a creeper is going to appear.  This is why you must always be on guard, and why you should always have a friend as your designated "creeper detractor."

A creeper detractor is someone you can call whenever you need to be occupied so as not to talk to them.  Like if your cashier at Safeway is a regular creeper, you call her (or him, I guess) and talk to her whenever you check out.  If she doesn't answer, she knows what's going on when you leave her a message going, "Yeah!  I know, right?  It was so bizarre.  I mean, who even does she think she is?"  This creeper detractor is also useful when you feel there is a creeper stalking you and you need someone to be on the alert in case the police become involved.

The latter is what my creeper detractor, Angie, did for me today.

Yes.  Today.  I'm not even exaggerating.

I innocently went to Safeway (and as I type this, I am beginning to think Safeway and I should go our separate ways) to get milk and bread.  As I parked my car, there was a regular, middle aged white man with glasses (just so you know how not-creepery he seemed) was walking past me.  He stared into my car, and then continued walking.  I was not concerned.  Yet.

As he walked into Safeway, he kept turning around and looking at me.  Intently.  As I walked into the Safeway (mistake number 1), he continued staring.  At one point, he literally just stood in the entrance staring at me.

I decided to take the long way to the milk and bread.  Also, I'm new to the area, so I don't really know where the bread is in this Safeway.  (Mistake number 2: always know exactly where you're going when being stalked.  It makes for quicker getaways.)  As I wandered, mostly lost now, around the Safeway, he popped out of aisles no less than 3 times.  Each time looking at me intently.

I say "intently" because there was nothing subtle about his stare.  It was one of those "I'm memorizing your very face" type of stares.

I found the bread, quickly grabbed a loaf, and began to leave.  But I wasn't quick enough.  This time, he spoke.

"Hi.  How are you?"  He said, staring.

I think I grunted something and then left quickly.

The check out process was rather difficult as I was flustered and trying to leave faster than I really could.  It didn't help that he got in the lane next to me.

I left the store, called Angie, and jumped into my car.  And then I saw him leaving the Safeway.

With not a single item purchased.