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Let me tell you about my day. About 30 minutes after I got to work a woman comes in and asks for me by name...so I say "Can I help you?" and she responds "I have a message for you."
I say "Okay"
She says "____ I have been sent with a message for you from the Lord. Are you ready to receive it?"
Mind you, I have a line of customers out the door and I'm being told that God wants to speak to me. She's over-dressed for the weather for one thing. She seems like she might be pretty under all the Tammy-Faye layers of make-up. Both of her hands are in her coat pockets. She's tweaking (behaviorwise...fidgeting, not making eye contact, rolling her shoulders) but appears and smells clean.
Thus, thinking she might be concealing almost anything in all those clothes, I say "Not really." and prepare to step back in case I have to either defend myself, run/duck, or if need be beat her senseless. At this point, she grabs me by the upper-arm and proceeds to tell me that I have been given a journey by the Lord that I have given up on but that I am still on Jesus' heart. And he wants me to know that...AND HE WANTS ME TO KNOW THAT. (She's yelling...and she still has me by the bicep.) So I make eye-contact, nod, and give enthusiastic but vague affirmative answers because I feel that she's potentially-dangerous. She finally says her piece and leaves.
So I start heading to the back of the store to write up an incident report, confer with my shift manager and call the police because I'm somewhat creeped out that she knew my name and because I want the police to keep an eye out for this woman...when this other woman comes over and starts yelling at me and saying she wants my name. I refuse to give it to her so she asked a coworker who for some reason...gave it to her! "I'm deeply offended, I know your CEO and I'm gonna call him." "Okay" says I. "I'm serious, I'm going to get you fired." At this point, I just stop talking. I say nothing. She continues to make threats and be disruptively-belligerent. I walk away. She locks herself in my bathroom. I call the police but by the time I come out of the office, she has left.
So...I'm now home alone. Kinda shell-shocked because I'm freaked out that this woman I've never seen before knew my name and because I was accosted twice in the span of 5 minutes by people who clearly feel strongly about me whom I've never met before; I've never been one who felt comfortable with law enforcement, but now I'm the complaining witness of two criminal reports.
:shrug: Really. I'm at a loss for words.
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