Crap (aka Misadventures with Costco Chicken Stalker Man Part Deux)

So I venture into town today to pick up some gift certificates for work. My second stop was Red Lobster, which was gravy because they share a parking lot with Costco. I figured I could just get the gift certificate, buzz by Costco and then go home. You know what they say about best laid plans……

I go into the bar to get the gift certificate. I notice a man is sitting there, but I don’t really “see” him because he’s on my right side, and that’s the eye that I can’t see out of. So I’m chatting it up with the manager, tell her my name and where I work. She pretty much already knew that information because I had called in before I went to town.

Anyhoo…I get the gift certificate and turn to leave. Being the friendly person I am, I smile at the man sitting at the bar……until I notice who it is.

Remember that guy?

Damn.

I said my name. I said where I worked. I just hope I didn’t say it as loud as I think I did. Or I hope that he wasn’t listening. Or both.

Now I’m just paranoid.

Crap.

Me and my dumb luck.

Needless to say, I didn’t go straight to Costco. I saved that for last. Luckily, Stalker Man must have gone there earlier to buy his chicken.

What are the odds?

9 thoughts on “Crap (aka Misadventures with Costco Chicken Stalker Man Part Deux)

  1. Lori ~ Unbelievable, right? Julie ~ I hope not. I somehow don’t think so, but who knows?Kate ~ Twice was enough. I hope the “all things happen in threes” rule doesn’t apply here.

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  2. You already know my first thought was tazer.I do have to feel sad for the people are the restaurant. What if he’s around those parts everyday? Trust me, there is a waitress somewhere who burst into tears every time the guy walks in the door and asks for her by name.Cindys

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