I was in WalMart earlier today. I was just standing in line waiting for the girl to check me out. I was being friendly while minding my own business. The girl started ringing me out then stopped when a supervisor came over. While they were talking a Hispanic man in his late 30’s to early 40’s, interrupted them, asked for a pen, then walked away. When the girl finished talking to her supervisor, she apologized for the interruption, then proceeded to tell me that the Hispanic man who had asked for the pen, had been coming in the store on a regular basis and had been bothering her. She said he creeped her out. I asked if she had told her parents and the store manager about it. She said she had already told them about him and that’s what she was talking to her supervisor about moments earlier. Then she acted like nothing could be done about him.
She was obviously upset by the guy being in her line. After she finished checking me out I asked her if he was the one & started walking towards him. She asked me not to say anything, so I turned around and started walking out. I had all intentions of honoring her wishes. The creeper on the other hand walked right past me, stopped, then turned around and looked at her. I then very discreetly told him that he needed to leave her alone, that she was only 20 and too young for him. I also told him that he needed to leave her alone because her daddy had a gun. He tried to act like he wasn’t doing anything wrong & he didn’t fully understand what I was saying. So I pretty much repeated everything but this time I told him her daddy had a gun and he didn’t like older men messing with her. Then I made the shooting gun hand gesture. I once again told him to leave her alone and I walked away. I went back to the cashier and told her what I had said, then I left. I was not loud or obvious in my confrontation of him. The girl was afraid of getting in trouble so I tried to be discreet.
I put my groceries in the car & brought my cart back in so I could make sure he wasn’t bothering her again. He was sitting on a bench near the exit. I had an opportunity, so I played creeper for a moment. I stared at him, pulled my phone out & played with it while looking at him. I was hoping to get a picture of him but didn’t see a way of doing it without being obvious. I went over to the cashier & told her he was there. Then she whispered that the lady she was checking out was his wife. I then left. I didn’t know creeping was a family event, I think the creeper & his wife had a least a couple kids with them. I don’t know if the wife knows about the creeping.
The whole interaction just left me feeling crappy. I know I did the right thing by standing up for her but knowing she could get in trouble for my actions feels so wrong. The posts a few weeks ago about the uncle worried about his niece being stalked made me feel like I had to do something to protect her since I knew about her situation. I could say something and leave with a mostly clear conscientious or I could do nothing and dwell on for days.
For my part, it was kind of a dumba*s thing to do. I am about as scary as Hello Kitty. I am not your stereotypical WalMart shopper. Although I have my lifetime & a big gun, I do not carry. I had no weapons on me. I did have on nice heavy, leather Timberlands that I could have kicked the sh*t out of someone if the opportunity arose but that’s about it. Usually I am only armed with a warped sense of humor, a sound mind, a sharp tongue & the theatrical ability to pretend I’m dancing on the crazy side.
She was obviously upset by the guy being in her line. After she finished checking me out I asked her if he was the one & started walking towards him. She asked me not to say anything, so I turned around and started walking out. I had all intentions of honoring her wishes. The creeper on the other hand walked right past me, stopped, then turned around and looked at her. I then very discreetly told him that he needed to leave her alone, that she was only 20 and too young for him. I also told him that he needed to leave her alone because her daddy had a gun. He tried to act like he wasn’t doing anything wrong & he didn’t fully understand what I was saying. So I pretty much repeated everything but this time I told him her daddy had a gun and he didn’t like older men messing with her. Then I made the shooting gun hand gesture. I once again told him to leave her alone and I walked away. I went back to the cashier and told her what I had said, then I left. I was not loud or obvious in my confrontation of him. The girl was afraid of getting in trouble so I tried to be discreet.
I put my groceries in the car & brought my cart back in so I could make sure he wasn’t bothering her again. He was sitting on a bench near the exit. I had an opportunity, so I played creeper for a moment. I stared at him, pulled my phone out & played with it while looking at him. I was hoping to get a picture of him but didn’t see a way of doing it without being obvious. I went over to the cashier & told her he was there. Then she whispered that the lady she was checking out was his wife. I then left. I didn’t know creeping was a family event, I think the creeper & his wife had a least a couple kids with them. I don’t know if the wife knows about the creeping.
The whole interaction just left me feeling crappy. I know I did the right thing by standing up for her but knowing she could get in trouble for my actions feels so wrong. The posts a few weeks ago about the uncle worried about his niece being stalked made me feel like I had to do something to protect her since I knew about her situation. I could say something and leave with a mostly clear conscientious or I could do nothing and dwell on for days.
For my part, it was kind of a dumba*s thing to do. I am about as scary as Hello Kitty. I am not your stereotypical WalMart shopper. Although I have my lifetime & a big gun, I do not carry. I had no weapons on me. I did have on nice heavy, leather Timberlands that I could have kicked the sh*t out of someone if the opportunity arose but that’s about it. Usually I am only armed with a warped sense of humor, a sound mind, a sharp tongue & the theatrical ability to pretend I’m dancing on the crazy side.
