About three weeks ago I was in a department store, in the clothing section. While I was there, I was witness to a VERY creepy bit of stalking.
A see a teenage girl of about my age looking at clothes. A middle-age man is standing next to her, someone I presume is her father because they are obviously talking. As she moves towards me I can hear there convosation.
ME:
PT: Poor teenager
CM: Creepy man
CM: You shouldn't by that top, you'll look like a whore.
PT: I don't think you have much say in what I buy.
ME: (Feeling sympathy for the girl because of her 'dads' insensitivity, but also sympathetic to the 'dad' because of the girls rudeness.
CM: Howabout this dress? (holds up a CHILDS dress, complete with Barbie logo)
PT: No! That's for a kid. Would you leave me alone?
CM: Don't talk to me young lady! And put that skirt down, it's too short.
PT: Mr <insert name here> would you please leave me alone!
ME:
PT: Seriously, get lost before I call security.
CM: (stomps off muttering about 'stupid kids')
ME: Um, are you ok?
PT: No! That was my third grade teacher. I bumped into him, we chat for a while, and then he starts following me around, telling me what I should buy!
ME:
She stomped off after that, hopefully to call security. Honestly, why would you thik that just because you taught a girl once upon a time, you have any say in what she wears 7 years later?
A see a teenage girl of about my age looking at clothes. A middle-age man is standing next to her, someone I presume is her father because they are obviously talking. As she moves towards me I can hear there convosation.
ME:

PT: Poor teenager
CM: Creepy man
CM: You shouldn't by that top, you'll look like a whore.
PT: I don't think you have much say in what I buy.
ME: (Feeling sympathy for the girl because of her 'dads' insensitivity, but also sympathetic to the 'dad' because of the girls rudeness.
CM: Howabout this dress? (holds up a CHILDS dress, complete with Barbie logo)
PT: No! That's for a kid. Would you leave me alone?
CM: Don't talk to me young lady! And put that skirt down, it's too short.
PT: Mr <insert name here> would you please leave me alone!
ME:

PT: Seriously, get lost before I call security.
CM: (stomps off muttering about 'stupid kids')
ME: Um, are you ok?
PT: No! That was my third grade teacher. I bumped into him, we chat for a while, and then he starts following me around, telling me what I should buy!
ME:

She stomped off after that, hopefully to call security. Honestly, why would you thik that just because you taught a girl once upon a time, you have any say in what she wears 7 years later?


(sorry, I've taken wayyyy too much of an interest in that part of my psychology education, and even sought out more classes in criminal psychology than I ought to have).


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