Let's Not Meet Again

Mall? No Thanks

I just started working in a clothing store to make some extra money to cover university expenses. This school is in state where there is a notable absence of law enforcement outside of generating revenue through speeding tickets and DUIs due to budget cuts. At this point I worked erratic retail shifts due to exam schedules. The mall in which I worked has a circular road with lights around parking lots. I drive a four door black sedan with large windows. On any given day you might catch me rocking out while riding around town. On to the story.

This particular day on the way to an afternoon shift I noticed an older boxy white sedan following me around the street around the mall. Growing up in a city where men fairly frequently followed me home from the mall as a teenager, I was used to unwanted vehicular attention. I proceeded around the mall again for about ten minutes with this white car cautiously following with a few cars behind me. I grew tired of driving around, worried I'd be late for my crappy job yet again, so I decided to pull into the parking lot. I stopped at a light and entered the turn lane While at the red light, I got a phone call that I answered. It was my dad that was in a different state nagging me about money. As I attempted to calm him down, I heard a squealing of tires behind me. Ignoring it, I stayed stopped at the red light arguing about finances. Eventually I tossed my hair back and looked to my left, bored with the length of the light and hearing about my lack of money.

For the brief instance I lifted up my head to the left I saw the old white car. The streaky windows looked like they were never cleaned. I made eye contact with the driver. His face looked filthy and sinister. He started mouthing things to me and I had enough. I started to lower my eyes but his hands in his lap were moving viciously.

His pants were unbuckled. Apparently this sicko had been following me around the mall the past ten minutes touching himself to me. In his passenger seat sat a roll of duct tape and what looked like a hunting knife. I sped off making sure he wasn't following me this time. My dad-who was still on the phone with me btw-advised me to call the mall police. I never caught the drivers license plate number or I would have. Needless to say I had a coworker walk me to my car after my shift that day. I quit a few months later after finding a job away from the mall.

Creepy mall pervert, let's not meet again.