I was at work for a few hours aready when one of my co-workers told me that 'weird creepy guy' was hanging out in Sports. "What weird creepy guy?" I had to ask because, of course, no one in management had seen fit to circulate the knowledge among the staff that a potentially dangerous personage might revisit the store.

Yesterday (Friday, I mean) He did two things that got our attention. He asked the name of another co-worker's young daughter (the mother told her not to tell him, to which she was told by WCG that she was overprotective.) Later he approached yet another co-worker and informed her she was wearing pink polka dot underwear. This woman wears black most of the time, thick opaque skirts. The only way he could have seen them was if he did some escalator peeping. She told him to get away, that he was being inappropriate.

The store manager was told after he had left. To which he said along the lines of: "If I had known I could have approached him and told him he's not allowed in the store anymore, now that opportunity is lost." "scuse me, what about telling him that he's not allowed in the store anyway? He's still violated one of his employees, scared a little girls as well.

He came in tonight, between three of us woman, we gave him the gimlet stare long enough that he finally gave up and left. The creep had picked a chair in Children's to pretend to sleep in. The thing that finally scared him off, I think, was that I started to walk around with my phone in my hand. Creep, gross creep, pretending he's all cool and collected, but still scary enough to try to be close to the kids section. It worries me, because to me it says he's guided by impulse. Because a smart man would have stayed away longer.

And I can't believe the store manager hasn't just given us the authority to kick him out. Now he has to try something again.
blucola: (Past is gone)
( Oct. 31st, 2004 02:12 am)
Something happened tonight, something I've never had happen before, that I can remember. I've been wearing one of Dad's wrist watches. This one is a green-faced Seiko I've seen on his wrist many times. Tonight, perhpas needing a hug, or just feeling fanciful, I touched the band of the watch with my fingers and thought about how it had been next to his skin and in such fashion how it makes him somehow closer. So, I'm touching the watch and it was like being hugged, I felt him, felt his presence and it was so warm and welcome I nearly cried. I broke the contact and went back to work. But it was odd and strikes me that it should feel creepier than it does (cause there is a definite creepy element.) But for a second tonight, it was like I had Dad back again.
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