So, tonight, I went to CVS for some milk. I pulled into the parking lot and, lucky me, got a parking space pretty far from the door. I was fixing to get out of the truck when I saw an old man. I watched him for a moment, and for some reason, locked my doors.
Not sure WHY I did it, but I did. There was something distinctly off about him.
So, I get out, check the doors are locked and start towards the store. I have to pass the old man to get to the doors. I'm almost past him when he grabs my arm and pulls me to a stop. My first instinct is to punch him, but instead I just try to yank my arm away from him. No go.
He proceeds to tell me about some surgery he recently had on his arm and how he got an infection and had to be in the hospital for days, but now he's out and needs to get his prescription and his sister is paying for one of them but he needs help paying for the other. The entire time he's speaking, I can only think about two things.
1.) He smelled like he had been BATHING in beer.
2.) He hadn't loosened his grip on my arm at all, and it was really beginning to hurt.
I tell him I'm sorry, but I can't afford to pay for his medicine. I try to tug my arm away again, and he just strengthens his grip. Now it REALLY hurts. He tells me to promise not to tell anyone in the store that he's out there, and I do. Finally, he lets go of me and I rush inside the store, freaking the heck out. I get what I came to get and, as I'm checking out, tell the cashier about the man. She lets me pay and then tells me to wait inside for a minute. Then she goes outside and comes straight back in. She goes to her supervisor, who calls the cops and describes him to them based on my description.
Apparently, the man had been at Wal-Greens less than thirty minutes earlier, but vanished before the cops arrived.
Well, by this point I'm a little bit at a loss. I'm kind of more than a little afraid to try and go back to my truck. It's dark, fixing to storm, and the man had already grabbed my arm once. So, the supervisor calls the only man working in the store and he escorts me to my truck and makes sure that the old man stays away from me. I saw him walking away (stumbling, more like) as I drove away.
It sounds so silly now, but I have lived in this town for six years and nothing like that has EVER happened to me before. It's such a small town, it's always felt so safe. So that has just totally freaked me out. Not only that, but I've got a bruise coming up on my arm where he had hold of me.
I'm just glad nothing worse happened. Am I wimpy for being freaked out?