So, if you look down a couple of posts, you'd see a note about a "creepy guy" in the mall...
Later on that night, I'm outside waiting for my hubby to pick me up, and he's there in his creepy green jacket with his creepy green smile and he's all breathing funny and heavily... I'm not a hottie, so I'm not used to guys panting at me (smiles and laughs) so I'm definitely freaked out. I call security on my cell THANK YOU MOM FOR MAKING ME GET ONE and they come to the doors. Creep dashes across the street towards the Royal bank.
See, I'm not judgmental, I'm intuitive. Midtown sure has it's share of crazies.
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