Pedal Wench reminded me- I had the same thing happen at a big grocery store, in the middle of the afternoon. There was a creepy guy by where I parked when I went in, and when I went out, he was still there, so I went in and asked a bag boy to walk me out. But the guy was gone.
I had an incident of "too polite for my own good." I was on a paved trail, late afternoon, after all the cyclists had gone home. Still light. I came up to a crossroad, and there were two teenagers there who wanted to ask me about the mile markers or something, so I stopped on the opposite side of the road I was crossing. I answered a couple questions, but they were making me nervous, and suddenly one of them ran at me! I was ready to take off, luckily, and I did. Then on the way back to my car I rode out on the road not on the trail. And didn't go back for a long time, and when I did, didn't park at that trailhead or ride that direction, instead driving an additional 15 miles to the next trailhead. Still gives me the creeps.
I keep saying I want to carry pepper spray, for people _and_ dogs, but haven't bought any yet. I think it would make me feel safer, though.
And to cure my fear of being home alone after people attempted to break in last fall, I now have a shotgun in my bedroom and know how to use it.
Nanci
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"...I'm like the cycling version of the guy in Flowers for Algernon." Mike Magnuson