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I'm presently
in the process of getting over my social phobia, which has virtually imprisoned
me in my own house. I eventually work up the courage to go out into
civilization.
Everything is going fine,
I'm strangely feeling quite comfortable around the people! I go into
this store (I'll be so kind not to mention the name of the store, I don't
know why) to buy something.
So I'm grabbing
a couple of things, and I notice I have a few customers looking at me.
(Should mention I'm wearing a long black coat). After a while I get
one guy that works there, watching me. I mean, he was watching me
like a hawk. Then he starts following me around, so I think I might
as well have some fun with this, so I start walking around the whole store,
and walking around clothes racks so he would run into me.
Ha ha.
I end
up asking him, what's his problem, and he says there isn't one and he continues
to watch me with his annoying smile printed across his face.
I'm pissed
by now, so I walk up to the manager and tell him the whole story, and he
says he'll talk to him and it won't happen again.
So for
about ten minutes I talk myself into going back in there, telling myself
there's no way it's going to happen again.
I go back
in there, pick up all the stuff I originally was going to buy, and then
a man's voice comes from behind me.
"Excuse
me, is there a problem here?"
I turn
around, it's a cop!
Panic
hits me hard, I choked up "ah, no", looking a little confused.
He starts
explaining
that I've being seen putting something in my pocket, and asks me to empty
them. My hands start shaking now, I'm thinking, ok calm down, this
is making you look sus! So they're emptied, to only find money.
Everyone is looking at me. I know what he's thinking -- that I've
gone and put back whatever I apparently stole.
He's asks
my details, I somehow manage to say them with my voice shaking.
He goes
and I'm left there with everyone still looking at me and the damn guy who
started all this still staring me with that smile. I drop all the
stuff
I was going to buy and run out of the store to never return.
I'm so
insulted, that I decide to go home. I catch the bus, but as soon
as I get off, my jacket gets caught in the bus door as it closes! So I'm thinking, what do I do?, what do I do?
I could
just tug as hard as I could and tear my jacket and be free from the infernal
thing, or start screaming out to the bus driver. Well I really only
had one choice in my opinion, screaming out. There's no way in the
world I'm tearing this jacket!
I start
yelling out to the driver. "My jacket is stuck in the damn door,
etc, etc..." He ends up hearing me after two seconds of driving (thank
God)
and opens the door.
Oh what
a happy ending, I'm free and all the passengers are laughing.
Mental
notes to self:
-- stay inside house as much as possible
-- no long black coats allowed in certain stores
-- make sure all loose clothing is with me
Copyright 2001 by The Girl In Black.
