Weird thing happened outside wallgreens

I just got back from wallgreens picking up some meds. There was a guy outside who looked a little odd, perhaps homeless, but could just be different. He was preaching to a couple of girls as I walked in.

I got my meds and when I left he started preaching to me as I made my way to my car. I just said "no thanks" out of habit and walked to the car. He started getting close as he preached, which made me real uncomfortable, so I switched from indifferent to cautious and said, now forcefully, leve me alone. He then stepped in front of my driver side door, so I couldn't open it and now preached louder, trying to save me. I told him to move, and he grabbed my elbow, not hard, but more like he was trying to pull me close or something.

I jerked my arm free, took a step back. I didn't really want to shove him, so I walked back towards the store, when I was about halfway, with him following I cut back quickly and bee lined right to my door. I got there first, opened the door, this time he stayed back. So I started the car and left.

Anyway, it was just a weird situation and my blood is pumping seriously strong right now. It's so odd how quickly adrenalin kicks in. In this case, nothing bad came of it, but I think if he touched me one more time I would have gotten a little violent. Personal space, especially our bodies are just off limits to strangers.

Just thought I'd share.

 

If he didn't stop when he did I would have either had to call the cops or physically move him from my path.

Not saying anything macho, the guy looked quite puny. I don't even know if the fear (there was some) was warranted.

 

I didn't grab you that hard.

 

Fuck that! He should have called Ben Davis 503!

 

Oh man, funny. Forgot about that.

 

That is disconcerting. Imagine if you would have turned to him in a calm voice and said, "My son, thank you, but on S2 I am known as GOD".

 

I got called out for defending Kass, now you want me to white knight at wallgreens?


Kidding. You are right, I just didn't think about it.

 

You should have squeezed open your can of meds, swallowed them in one gulp, sung "Popeye the Sailor Man" while your rippling muscles tore your shirt apart, reached back, and with one knockout punch sent him sailing 80 feet.

 

Forgot to remind you to toot twice on your corncob pipe.

 

Sounds like an average day in North Portland.

 

When did you discover he picked your pocket?

 

That is what I was thinking too.

 

If you lived in Florida you could have shot him. Then he wouldn't bother anyone else

 

I got pick pocketed once about 18 years ago. Now I am always aware. As soon as distance is closed between me and a stranger, my hand rests on my wallet pocket.

 

I had a similar story while at a Credit union parking lot while going to the bank of ATMs. I thought the guy knew one person and was waiting around with his buddy. then I realized he was crazy and preaching his special distorted version of christianity. He was a Russian early 20 something who had drug problems before if I recall correctly.

 

I had a similar story happen to me. I was walking into the Beverly Center and this atheist was passing out "God is a delusion" track. He approached me and said "do you want to be free from guilt?"

I said "I am free, Jesus's grace freed me!"

He stared at me with this evil grin and pulled out cardboard and a boom box. We started "break dance fighting". Fortunately I had my "Jesus saves" parachute pants handy and made short work of him.

 

He'd have to be black.