I've had many interesting experiences at Goodwill. Many that I would want to avoid having again, and yet, I just keep going.
This time around happened when I was leaving. I was giddily excited over the dresses I found for my sisters, happy that I found a similar skirt that I coveted online, and pretty darn excited to be off of work, so I swung my bag on my wrist as I stepped through the automatic doors.
I made eye-contact with a man who was standing on the sidewalk. He too sported a Goodwill shopping bag. Ah, a savvy-saving comrade in arms, I thought. I nodded an acknowledgement, to which he looked confused, so I kept walking.
It was only a few steps away when I realized that he was right behind me. That's not bad, I figured. I was headed to the parking lot after all, but I was walking a certain path that I was noticing he was following. In the corner of my eye I could make him out.
Not again! Not another weird experience at Goodwill. Not another creep following me to my car.
I walked quickly, though I didn't want to alert his own speed so I played it off. I think I skipped a bit. I thought of my phone. Should I grab it? Or is that just as bad as listening to your iPod while walking?
Then I made it to my car. Quickly I opened my trunk and tossed my bag inside, before walking around and slamming my door shut. The man was right behind me! I saw him in my side-view mirror.
I put the key in the ignition and--stuck. The stupid thing wouldn't turn. I pushed it. I took it out and tried again, and yet here was my Honda rebelling against me while there was a possible danger at my heels! I called my sister. I was panicked. She sounded sleepy.
"I can't turn the key!" I prepared myself to say. Only right when I heard the bleary "Hello?" on the other end did my Honda take.
"Nevermind,"I said grumpily, explaining my predicament in a few words. In my rearview mirror, I saw the man get into the car behind me.
