The Place- Target
Him- Old-enough-to-have-wrinkles white dude (his race is important, because a black man just would not.) walking up behind me.
Me- Minding my own business on the baby food aisle looking for dry brown rice.
This is how it went down...
Him: "Hey there! You know I like that hair like that." (referring to my natural twist-out)
Me: "Thank you." *smiles with closed mouth*
Him: "Mind if I touch it there?" *reaches to touch my head*
Me: *easing away taking a couple of steps forward whilst ducking his hand and watching him with a puzzled look* "No?! No. Thanks."
Him: *hands on hips leaning back and smiling* "Well somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."
Me: "Mhm." *still puzzled in the face and walking away, but checking my back every couple of steps, because, CREEP, no you cannot touch any part of me and why are you on the baby food aisle anyway?! Then feeling kind of sorry for him because he's old, and maybe lonely and maybe he was just being friendly and maybe he was on the baby food aisle because of the recession and he's eating baby food now instead of grown up food because I've heard that some poor old people do that. But still weirded out by the whole thing and annoyed that he tried to touch me.*
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