♫ Oh, who are the people in your neighborhood? In your neighborhood? In your neighborhood? Oh a pervert is a person in MY neighborhood! They're the people that I meet when I'm walking down the street. They're the people that I meet each day! ♫ -Reese
So I went to go eat my lunch in the park today and read a book. As I sat down and made myself comfortable, I saw this scary Mexican man about my age walking by. A few minutes later I glance up and he is sitting close by. I continue to read, and he approaches me about the time. I tell him the time and continue to read my book. The next thing I know he is laying right next to me and asking me about about my work phone and if I worked for 911? YIKES! I sat up and he sits up too and tells me I look a lot like his ex. I was done right about then, and started packing up my stuff. I told him I was on my lunch and had to get back to work. He then started yelling at me that I didn't need to leave and that he wanted me to stay. I didn't look back. I just kept walking. PERVERT! What a creepstache nasty rat. He gave me the sickest feeling inside! I just wanted to go home and shower his sleaze away. So I found the closest LDS church building and spent the rest of my lunch hour there. Thank goodness for those places that we can find that feel safe in a world with so many sickos!