Anyway, it was like 1130 at night and I realized my daughter was out of formula. […]
In the baby aisle, I grabbed her formula and stopped to look at a cute dress for her. I was looking through the baby clothes when I saw someone out of the corner of my eye and I felt the hairs on my arm stand up. I glanced at him, and then did a double take - this man was standing there, just staring at me. He didn’t seem to be bothered by the fact that I noticed him. I did this weird nervous fake laugh and said something like, “Oh, these are so cute huh?”
He didn’t say anything, just kind of smirked, and kept staring. The dude was like a few inches taller than me, maybe 5’9, white, with long hair and he looked either homeless or severely down on his luck. He had one hand on the crotch of his pants, kind of nonchalantly, like it just rested there. He was maybe six feet away from me. I started to get nervous and felt my palms start sweating. I said something dumb about have a good night and just kind of fast walked away, but in my haste to get away from him I turned left toward the back of the store. I decided to grab a twelve pack of coke zero, in addition to the formula, and then decided to get out of there - I hadn’t grabbed a cart so I couldn’t really carry much more.
On my way back to the front of the store I heard him shuffling behind me, keeping pace with my speed walking. I tried to call myself down and write it off as him just also going to check out. I got into the ten items or less line. He got in line behind me. He had no items but he pulled a candy bar off the shelf and set it on the counter behind my stuff.
At this point I could smell him and he stank like body odor and stale beer. I turned my head away from him and tried to move a little closer to the woman in front of me. He moved closer too. Then I felt something brush my left butt cheek. I turned towards him sharply and said, “Hey!” He mumble an apology. Keep in mind, I am wearing jeans and a baggy tee shirt - not that it should matter but I looked like crap, is what I’m trying to get at. I turned back towards the counter and the cashier started ringing up my two items. Two seconds later, the man pinched my OTHER butt cheek. Hard.
At this point, I turned around and said very loudly, “HEY! STOP TOUCHING MY ASS!” He turned red and the cashier froze. She asked if there was a problem. “Yes,” I replied. “This guy just pinched my butt, and I don’t know him, and he’s creeping me out.”
She looked unsure of what to do and asked him to please step away from me before she called security. He did, wordlessly, and then just stood there glaring daggers at me. I pretended I didn’t notice and paid for my things. As soon as she bagged up the stuff, I booked it out of the store.
I got maybe ten steps into the parking lot when I heard the doors open behind me. Panicking, I turned and saw him marching directly toward me. I bolted. My car was two lanes away and I yanked out my keys and unlocked it while I ran. I could hear him behind me, grunting and painting. I felt adrenaline kick in and tears in my eyes.I ran, swinging the bag and the case of soda, flung myself into the drivers seat and turned the key in the ignition before the door even shut. I threw it in reverse without looking just as he slammed his body onto the hood of my car and yelled something. I pealed out of the lot at almost thirty miles an hour and he flew off my hood and into the ground, and I drove the mile home going well over the limit, breathing hard and feeling like I was going to hyperventilate.