A school police officer was on campus today for an unknown reason, so I took a minute of his time and described the situation and asked what he recommended I do, if anything, should I observe something similar in the future. His suggestion was to send a student with a note describing the car and its location to the office, and have the office contact school police. The police would then send someone to drive by and see if it’s anyone who should not be there. He did not want the person chased away by opening Nextels or similar action; something more subtle, but with direct police contact, was his preference.
I still have to wonder if I really have reason to be as creeped out as I was–those of you who believe I’m seeing a pedo every time I see someone watching children, I have a similar logical regulator that is nagging me, “IS this really it? Or are you just reacting?” Because of that internal logic regulator–heh, I think of it as my engineer father’s voice–I asked the officer about the situation, and simply, “DOES this sort of thing happen? Really?” His answer was, honestly, NOT what I wanted to hear. What I wanted to hear was, naw, not really, and then I could fault my annoying emotions for interfering with rational thought. Instead, he said it is a very common problem in this area–“Unfortunately, with a community the size of this one, there are a lot of very sick, very unstable people with access to vehicles” and how schools tend to be a draw for them. Another middle school just a mile or so up the road had such a significant problem with this (due to its location; I assume he meant the freeway) that the police needed to constantly patrol the area.
He also described one situation where a man who would sit in his car, watch, then leave when someone tipped off police–then wait while the cop car went by, circle around, and come back again to return to watching. He did this several times, apparently, before the police were finally able to intercept him.
I still hope I’m wrong about Mr. Buick, and that the “creepy” was my own creation. Geez, I don’t WANT to see shit like that, and again, it wasn’t my first thought. If nothing else, he opened my naive eyes to a problem (however frequent, I don’t know) and what I can do in the future should something suspicious like that occur again.