Image taken from Google Images... this is NOT the homeless man I saw... he didn't have a dog.
I was pulling into the parking lot of WinCo today, when I saw a homeless man who seemed to be talking to himself. Long, scruffy beard, long dirty hair... a slightly crazed look in his eyes.
As I drove past him, I noticed in my rear-view mirror that he seemed to be heading toward where I was parking.
Let me preface the rest of this by saying the following: 1. Generally I like homeless people. I feel bad for them, and usually give them food, money and like to talk to them about their lives. Since I've been a mother, I have felt more cautious around them, especially men. 2. When a scary looking homeless man approaches me in a parking lot asking for money, when I am alone with my child/ren I won't give money to him and often tell them that they shouldn't approach women who are with children. 3. Yes, I know a large percentage of homeless people have drug problems, which makes them dangerous, I try to always be wise when speaking to a homeless person.
So as I parked and was busy getting my stuff together to get out of the car, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that this man had come up to my side of the car just a few feet from my door. I checked to be sure the doors were locked and then he laughed.
Not just a little chuckle, but a full on belly laugh that was strangely high pitched.
me to my daughter: don't open the door, sit down, we are moving.
So I turn my engine on and put my car in reverse, and move my car. As I drive around the parking lot, I notice that he's on the move again, heading toward the entrance to the store. I pull around to park my car again, and notice a woman, alone, pushing a cart full of groceries. He stands "nonchalantly" (as much as a crazy homeless person can be) and then begins to follow her, giggling and laughing like he did by my car.
The woman looks scared. Rightly so. I quickly drive around so I am beside the man and woman, roll down my passenger window part way and shout at the homeless man.
me: Excuse me, sir!
Crazy man (CM): Looks up surprised
me: Excuse me, but you need to leave!
CM: now no longer following woman, instead approaching my car...
woman: THANK YOU!
CM: I'm sorry, what?
me: You can't walk around a parking lot laughing like a crazy person and scaring people.
CM: I have a condition, like Epilepsy or Tourettes I can't help it.
me: I don't care. You're intimidating people. You have to leave.
CM: I'm just trying to stay happy m'aam, you aren't making it easy.
me: I'm trying to stay happy, but instead I'm yelling at a crazy person who is probably high on something. You need to leave, or I'm calling the Police.
CM: I'm not using drugs, I was talking on my phone... you can't see that?
me: You don't have a phone. You were trying to be scary. You need to leave now, or I'm going to call the Police.
CM: Laughing maniacally
me: You can't scare me. You have to leave. NOW!
CM: Walking away talking to himself.
As I drove over to park next to the woman who I "rescued" I noticed a store employee following him off the premises. The woman was shaking, but appreciative.
I have spent a decade or more interacting with homeless people, and I have learned the following: homeless people are lonely people. Nobody talks to them, nobody looks at them. They want attention, they want someone to treat them like a human. I felt bad yelling at this man who undoubtedly had a combination of a substance abuse problem and a mental health disorder, but MAN, someone had to tell that guy to stop.
This is just a part of my day. LOL.
---------------------------------------------------Speaking of a part of my day... I've been working out for 4 weeks now. It's not a long time, but I've gotten up at 5:45am four days a week for 4 weeks and I feel stronger and happier.
Nothing like being fat and feeling sorry for yourself to make the high of self-control and exercise that much better! I am now at that point where I can feel the muscles under my flab, but it appears that my newly toned muscles are slowly evicting my fat to right below my skin. So attractive. I know that if I keep moving, in 2-4 weeks I will start to notice that fat burn off... but right now I am not overly fond of the fat I've been hiding in my muscles and around my organs suddenly showing itself on the surface of my body. Grr.
My birthday is coming. I am so excited! I say this not to get cards or well wishes, but to say that I have been asked a few times what I want for my birthday. I'm going to be 33... I don't know. I want new work-out shoes, I want a new skillet, I would L O V E a pedicure. I would really like a new set of dishes, complete with 9 inch plates. Steak Knives?
I have a problems and that is that there is so much that I want, but not a whole lot that I need. You ever have that problem? I feel like the best part of the birthday gift is a birthday card. I love when people write me little notes, when people take the time to pick out or make the perfect card. It really brightens my week (because I set them up where I can see them).