Why I Hate Wally World Part Deux

Okay, first I am stoked to say that I have learned how to strike through text. Yay, me!!! And Google. I tip my hat raise my glass to Google in all its information-filled glory. Here's to you "Goog"! (See I told you I learned how!)

Now, on with Part II. Last year there was a stalker guy in Wal-World. Every time I went in there, this creepy man was there and he would always find me. He would follow me through the store. This is what he did: He would walk up behind you and stand about two inches behind you. When you realize he is there and nicely offer to move out of his way, he pretends he is looking at what you are. But he never picks anything up. Then he follows you through the store, continuously pulling this stalking act. I used to tell my husband about it and he would pretend that he paid the guy to do it to keep me out of Wal-Hell. (Well, in truth in worked b/c I stayed out alot more.) I never saw this guy anywhere else, until the Shell station. He worked there and I didn't know. I never would have stopped there had I known. I was getting a drink out of the cooler. When I pulled the drink out, there he was staring me down from behind the cooler. I quickly turned to go to the register and out he comes, just staring. Well, the epitome of his creepiness occurred when my husband went with me but we were in seperate departments. I went to get diapers and heard some shoes flopping behind me. I looked over my shoulder only to find him approaching. I very quickly left the baby section. I was at one end of the aisles and he was at the others. He was running to try to keep me in sight. Boy, was it relief when I finally found Mr. Wonderful and Bro Man. I was absolutely terrified. He was getting bolder.

I told one of my sister's about it and she told the story at work. It turns out that two of the women there had the same thing happen to them. One of them decided to call a police officer friend. He talked to the guy and I have not seen him since. Until.....

I went yesterday. He walked past the aisle I was on and chills went all over my body. My heart was pounding. He did not turn towards me. But then I saw it....he was doing it to someone else. And let me tell you...I got fired up! I whipped my buggy (we're in the South..they are buggies.) on the aisle they were on and just watched him. And I let him know I was watching. The sad part is he continued to do it knowing I was watching him. She moved out of his way. He moved in closer. She went around him and left the aisle. He left the aisle. Only this time I left the aisle too. She had stopped to look at movies near the registers and I took the opportunity to tell her what was going on. She said she had noticed "being in his way" several times, but did not realize he was following her. She was totally creeped out and left immediately.

But this is why I hate that store: I stopped and talked to one of the asst mgrs and the security mgr on my way out. The security guy was young and wrote down most of what I said. The asst mgr (one of the ones involved in the Part I) rolled his eyes and acted as if he really didn't care. I was a bother to him. I even told them that I know that he checks out (when he even bothers to buy anything) and puts it in his car and then comes back in. I informed them that he was probably in there at the time, even though I had seen him check out. My BIL who works there stopped by yesterday afternoon and informed me that he had seen him in there about 30 minutes after I left. He and another worker observed him stalking another woman. But do you think management did anything about it?? No. I know that the man has not violated anything yet other than personal space, but he is being so blatant with it when he used to be sneaky. Oh, he will rue the day that he decides to do it to me again!!!! I will sooooo turn be-yotch on him and alert everyone around me by raising my voice really loud. The police officer who talked to him said he thought that confronting him would stop him, but it will probably only stop him from stalking the ones who do confront him. But it does make me scared to go to my car. Because I know he is out there. And what if he gets pissed off and aggressive?