Supermarket Pervert!

[panda]

Today I did one of my least favourite things... going to the supermarket. I truly hate this because of the people I generally encounter, but it was either go get lunch or revise on an empty stomach (and I hate revising enough as it is).

For the last few days I've basically not ventured out of my hall of residence because I've been trying to work, but since I was going out into the real world I figured that I would need to wear something other than PJs. One skirt, shoes and t-shirt later I'm out the door and I make my way to the dreaded supermarket.

The Suck Begins at:
The Salad Bar

I only want a small salad because I plan to eat other things, so I'm loading up the little plastic bowl when a guy (late 30's?) comes up behind me.

Salad Bar Guy: You getting the small one because you think you're fat?
Me: .... Umm... excuse me?
SBG: Because you could totally get a large.
Me: Um... okay...
SBG: Hey, don't be so rude, I'm paying you a compliment.
Me: ...You think I'm being rude?
SBG: Well, how about you let me buy you a packet of biscuits?
Me: ......I think that is the weirdest chat-up line any body has ever said to me...
SBG: Points for originality?
Me: No... bye.

I walk away, feeling somewhat dazed... I really don't know what to make of that.

The Bakery

Looking over the breads.

SBG: Hey, Panda.
Me: What?!
SBG: Yeah, I found out your name.
Me: How!?
SBG: He told me. *points to L, another student, who is spluttering with laughter*
Me: Great...
SBG: So, you want those biscuits now?
Me: No...
SBG: How about now?
Me: No!
SBG: *slinks off*
L: *comes over* Hey, Panda, who's the-
Me: You want me to tell your girlfriend who I saw coming out of your room last week?
L: No!
Me: Then shut up.

Dairy Aisle

I'm browsing yoghurt, and this takes a while, because there's 7 flavours I like, and there's a deal when you buy 4... so I'm struggling to choose which 4 I want, or whether to just screw it and buy 8. It takes me ages to decide and I've figured out 2 that I want when I hear a huge crash and scuffle right behind me.

Two of the security guards have just tackled SBG who was holding mirror.

Me: Wh... What?
Security Guard 1: Are you okay, Miss?
Me: Y- Yes... what's going on?
Security Guard 2: Do you know this man, Miss?
Me: No... he's been following me since I came in here and has harassed me a couple times, but... no...
SG1: Well, Miss, I don't want to alarm you, but he was using this mirror to look up your skirt.
Me: Seriously?!
Store Assistant: Miss, I'm so sorry about this.
Me: It's... not your fault...
SA: Still I would like to apologise on behalf on the supermarket and offer you your shopping for free today.
Me: S-sure... There's just a few more things I need to get. *gets 8 yoghurts*

Okay, I could have really abused that free shopping thing, badly, but I just wanted to get the hell out of there in all honesty. Security asked for a few details (name, address etc) in case they need to contact me for any legal purposes, but since they have the whole thing on tape, I don't reckon I'll be needed much.

The Check Out

The SA checked me out, guess he was the manager or something.
SA: I hope this incident hasn't discouraged you from shopping with us.
Me: If I stopped going to any shop that had a weirdo in it, I would be very hungry.
SA: I hear you there...

On the way back

I see L and I kick him

L: Panda! What the HELL!?
Me: That Salad Bar Guy you told my name to looked up my skirt, you dick!
L: ...Really?
Me: Yeah! Thank God security got him or he could be following me home right now!
L: Wow... I'm sorry.
Me: Yeah, you damn well should be! *storms off*

Honestly, my skirt wasn't that short! It finishes just above the knee, which (I thought) couldn't make a heart race when compared to the short shorts most girls are wearing in this weather! I am now sitting here, typing in jeans, considering never wearing that skirt again!

[Kheldarson]

Holy crap. I don't think your skirt had anything to do with it besides it being a skirt and him being a pervert. Probably would've tried if you had a full-length one on too.

And I think you and Lupo need to start a support group for "Shopping Problems Anonymous" or something.

[Magpie]

I'm going to agree with Kheldarson on this one, just so you realise it. It was because he was a pervert. Nothing to do with what you were wearing. Remember, if you were wearing what I've seen some students here wear he wouldn't have needed a mirror. It's like thinking that if you dress more conservatively that guys won't catcall. They don't do it because of how you're dressed. They do it because it they're jerks, and they want to harass you.

And I hope that L learnt something from this.

[Darkforge]

ouch, sounds like a world of crazy in one store visit.

normally in situations like this I'd offer you baked goods but considering the crazy guy did the same, eh I'll offer anyway, you can always say no.

at least you know you look good in a skirt tho.

[AnaKhouri]

Salad Bar Guy: You getting the small one because you think you're fat?
Me: .... Umm... excuse me?
SBG: Because you could totally get a large.

Maybe he was trying to pull a Napoleon Dynamite?
"Are you drinking skim milk because you think you're fat? Because you're not. You could totally drink whole milk if you want to."

[elsporko]

It was a two part pick up line. You agree to get a large salad and he informs you he has a large something else you can have as well.

[iradney]

If I were you, I'd tell L's gf who you saw coming out of his bedroom anyways - seriously, who gives someone else's name to a complete stranger???

My response to that sort of query is normaly along the lines of "S/he's an adult and can tell you that information themselves"

As for the skirt, you could have been wearing the type of suit that astronauts wear, and that guy would still have tried being skeevy....

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

And I think you and Lupo need to start a support group for "Shopping Problems Anonymous" or something.

Took the words right out of my mouth, you did.

[ArcticChicken]

I also want to mention that it had nothing to do with you, and everything to do with him. He's just a sicko, and I hope he gets arrested.

[Red_Dazes]

Uggg... that just makes me sick... there is a reason I only ever wear jeans now, or Capris... the only time in the last 4 years I have worn a skirt is when I am being accompanied by a large group of people, The Beau, or one of my particularly terrifying and large buddies.

Reminds me of a teacher at my old H.S.... he got fired and sent to jail for a while cause he would tuck mirrors into the laces of his shoes so when the girls in class would stand to give their presentations...... well..... you get the drift. ((bet you could never guess the ONLY people who ever got A's in his class.....Here's a hint. I failed))

[Aut]

Wow, what a creep. Hope your next trip goes a whole lot better.

[Exaspera]

A mirror. A MIRROR??!!

I thought that nonsense went out in the 60s along with patent leather shoes on guys in Catholic schools.

What a creep!

[Plaidman]

I take it was like at a fred meyers or something right? Or did he just carry a mirror with him to do that I wonder?

What kind of mirror was it anyway?

Your wierdo alert must be down. Three times he took you off guard. After the second one, I would have figured you be on the look out to see if he was following you, but he got close enough to use a mirror right under you without you noticing. Long enough for a bunch of guards to come. That's pretty lucky.

[mariamousie1]

The thing about the store apologizing over and over about something that wasn't their fault and giving you shopping for free is sad because they were probably expecting you to sue the store, which of course some people might try. Also, no matter what length skirt you were wearing has nothing to do with that pervert looking up it. It's all on him. Sorry you had to go through with being harassed like that!

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

I take it was like at a fred meyers or something right? Or did he just carry a mirror with him to do that I wonder?

What kind of mirror was it anyway?

I'd guess a pocket-sized mirror, easily concealable.

Although the mental image of some guy hauling a door-sized mirror around with him to get his jollies is giving me the giggles.