I called the police today.
Aug. 17th, 2006 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starzkiMy day went from ho-hum boring to exceedingly weird in the space of 30 minutes.
I was out for a run this afternoon, just jogging along like I do about five times a week, when a strange man barked at me. I had only seen him out of the corner of my eye, and the bark did sound like a dog, so I was confused. I tend to notice dogs (because I love them). Anyway, I turned my head to see if it was true that a grown man had just barked at me, or if I had missed the dog. When I turned my head, I saw what looked to be a man taking a picture of me.
???
So I continued my run, completely confused. I got to my turn-around point and started to doubt that some random person just was out taking pictures of strange women running. So I started running back the other way, convinced that I was mistaken. I even got to the point where I had originally seen the man and saw an open can of sardines on the ground. So I began berating myself for being so narcissistic and paranoid for thinking that random people would want a picture of me. I thought I had mistaken the pop-top lid of the can for the eye of the camera. So I thought that explained everything.
So I'm running for another half-mile or so when I see the guy again, just strolling along the running path. The guy sees me and rushes to hide behind a light pole. Which was stupid because, while the guy was thin, he wasn't thinner than a fucking light pole. As he's doing this, he's reaching into his back pocket. Immediately, I think I was right! He did take a picture!
So I continue to run, but I give myself a wide berth of the man behind the light pole. I stayed out of grabbing distance. As I pass the light pole, the guy jumps out in front of me with the camera and shoves it in my face and (I assume) takes more pictures.
!!!
Not cool.
Again, I just kept running, making sure he didn't reach out for me or anything. I'm sure if there was film in the camera, the guy got a great shot of me making a WTF?/stink-eye expression. But what is disconcerting to me is that my last name was stenciled on the shirt I was wearing and I don't like the idea of crazy-picture-taking-sardine-eating strangers knowing my last name.
So I ran home, called the cops, and filed a complaint.
Weird day.
I was out for a run this afternoon, just jogging along like I do about five times a week, when a strange man barked at me. I had only seen him out of the corner of my eye, and the bark did sound like a dog, so I was confused. I tend to notice dogs (because I love them). Anyway, I turned my head to see if it was true that a grown man had just barked at me, or if I had missed the dog. When I turned my head, I saw what looked to be a man taking a picture of me.
???
So I continued my run, completely confused. I got to my turn-around point and started to doubt that some random person just was out taking pictures of strange women running. So I started running back the other way, convinced that I was mistaken. I even got to the point where I had originally seen the man and saw an open can of sardines on the ground. So I began berating myself for being so narcissistic and paranoid for thinking that random people would want a picture of me. I thought I had mistaken the pop-top lid of the can for the eye of the camera. So I thought that explained everything.
So I'm running for another half-mile or so when I see the guy again, just strolling along the running path. The guy sees me and rushes to hide behind a light pole. Which was stupid because, while the guy was thin, he wasn't thinner than a fucking light pole. As he's doing this, he's reaching into his back pocket. Immediately, I think I was right! He did take a picture!
So I continue to run, but I give myself a wide berth of the man behind the light pole. I stayed out of grabbing distance. As I pass the light pole, the guy jumps out in front of me with the camera and shoves it in my face and (I assume) takes more pictures.
!!!
Not cool.
Again, I just kept running, making sure he didn't reach out for me or anything. I'm sure if there was film in the camera, the guy got a great shot of me making a WTF?/stink-eye expression. But what is disconcerting to me is that my last name was stenciled on the shirt I was wearing and I don't like the idea of crazy-picture-taking-sardine-eating strangers knowing my last name.
So I ran home, called the cops, and filed a complaint.
Weird day.
