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Friday, August 07, 2009

Who Let the Dogs Out?

As I was leaving my house to walk my dog, a passing tan-colored van slowed down in the middle of the street and the male driver (probably in his 40s) stuck his head out the window, looked back at me, and smiled creepily. I looked at him and snapped "What?!” His smile dropped, and he goes (completely expressionless) "Nick rack", and then drives away. Another passenger in the car simultaneously yelled "Nice..." (something - I couldn't hear the rest).

Ten minutes or so later, I'm still walking my dog, and the same van drives by AGAIN, with the same dickless creep this time just GLARING at me. I see it go further up the street and slowly turn back onto the street where he'd originally harassed me - it looked like he was pulling over there. I started getting nervous at this point, because that's where I was headed and it’s the street I live on. I started thinking of what I'm going to do if he's indeed parked there and waiting for me (I could have turned around, but going the other way would have added another 20 minutes onto my walk, and it was getting close to sunset). Fortunately, he wasn't there when I got to my street. But I'm so tired of going outside and then wishing I hadn't left the house at all.

Submitted by Amy