So I go to the store to pick up some items, and I notice this guy following me.

Strange to be sure, but I dismiss it.

Sure enough...

"Hey dude."

"Um ... hey."

"I ain't seen you 'round here. You new?"

"Kinda. I used to stationed here when I was in the Air Force."

"That's cool."

Again strange, but people in these parts are more than a little friendly.

"Well, I don't mind letting you know you is one good-looking man."

"Um ... I gotta go now."

"Just letting you know dude. No need to wig out."

As I am driving away, I notice his car is following me. And it follows all the way to my street where he finally keeps going.

I get that a lot at times ... especially in bookstores ... but those are stories for another time.

Yeah, that's my life.

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