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<blockquote data-quote="susiestar" data-source="post: 709842" data-attributes="member: 1233"><p>I hate how the stupid idiots make it so hard for those of us who have not ever abused things to do what we need to do!! I sure won't get between you and your cough medicine when you are sick, Kat!</p><p></p><p> As a kid I was working in a combined grocery store and used bookstore. A little mom and pop place that was barely hanging on really. I was the only non family employee. All the area businesses adopted me as many of the customers did. One of my favorite customers was a very large man who worked in outreach for the Salvation Army. He was terribly sweet and treated me like his little sister. I even traded recipes by mail with his mother. It wasn't romantic, he was just new to the town and I reminded him of his little sister, plus he had a girlfriend his own age.</p><p></p><p>One day he was in the back of the store maybe 25 feet from the counter and this strange man in a long dirty coat walks in. It was the middle of May and already hot so that was odd and made me uncomfortable. I fiddled with the radio as the guy in the coat started to talk and Roy came to see what was going on. The guy started to talk about something being hot - I wasn't sure what, and all of a sudden Roy wrapped his arms around him in a big bear hug. Roy was about a foot taller than this guy and a LOT heavier, so the guy didn't have a chance. Roy got him out of the store into the alley and apparently scared the daylights out of the guy. I never saw the guy in the coat again.</p><p></p><p>I learned that the guy was going to flash me at least, but Roy threatened him and scared him because he didn't want me to have to deal with the court system at only 15 on such a sordid type of case. He thought it would do more harm to me than it would do to the flasher guy. He did get the guy's name and address and talk to some of the cops he knew about hte guy to make sure they were aware of him.</p><p></p><p> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</p><p></p><p>2 years later I got flashed again. I was taking a psychology class at the university and still working at the same store. It was right after we opened on a Saturday. I was an avid photographer and had my camera sitting right on the counter. A man came in wearing a trenchcoat and asked about early Playboy magazines, which I didn't know if we had or not, as I avoided that department. Then he stood back and opened his coat and showed me everything.</p><p></p><p>I took four frames of his entire body. </p><p></p><p>Then I told he had just made a HUGE mistake. My name was Susie and I was in his class on this date/time. My mother was professor X. We could either excuse me from classes tests and just give me an A without making me do another thing, or we could pick up the phone and call my parents and the cops and the dean and let everyone know everything. I got my A and never had to attend another one of his boring lectures or take another test of his. I'm not proud of this now. But I don't really think calling the cops would have added anything positive to my life, especially at the time. Even with pho</p><p></p><p>I don't think anyone had ever been so afraid of me before then in my life. I have no idea where I got the guts to do that, or even where I got the idea. But he was quite happy to give me the A. He offered me money but I didn't want his money, that just seemed nasty to me. I never told any adult about it until I was in my 30s. My mother nearly had a heart attack and my father wanted to go and murder him. Seriously murder him.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="susiestar, post: 709842, member: 1233"] I hate how the stupid idiots make it so hard for those of us who have not ever abused things to do what we need to do!! I sure won't get between you and your cough medicine when you are sick, Kat! As a kid I was working in a combined grocery store and used bookstore. A little mom and pop place that was barely hanging on really. I was the only non family employee. All the area businesses adopted me as many of the customers did. One of my favorite customers was a very large man who worked in outreach for the Salvation Army. He was terribly sweet and treated me like his little sister. I even traded recipes by mail with his mother. It wasn't romantic, he was just new to the town and I reminded him of his little sister, plus he had a girlfriend his own age. One day he was in the back of the store maybe 25 feet from the counter and this strange man in a long dirty coat walks in. It was the middle of May and already hot so that was odd and made me uncomfortable. I fiddled with the radio as the guy in the coat started to talk and Roy came to see what was going on. The guy started to talk about something being hot - I wasn't sure what, and all of a sudden Roy wrapped his arms around him in a big bear hug. Roy was about a foot taller than this guy and a LOT heavier, so the guy didn't have a chance. Roy got him out of the store into the alley and apparently scared the daylights out of the guy. I never saw the guy in the coat again. I learned that the guy was going to flash me at least, but Roy threatened him and scared him because he didn't want me to have to deal with the court system at only 15 on such a sordid type of case. He thought it would do more harm to me than it would do to the flasher guy. He did get the guy's name and address and talk to some of the cops he knew about hte guy to make sure they were aware of him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2 years later I got flashed again. I was taking a psychology class at the university and still working at the same store. It was right after we opened on a Saturday. I was an avid photographer and had my camera sitting right on the counter. A man came in wearing a trenchcoat and asked about early Playboy magazines, which I didn't know if we had or not, as I avoided that department. Then he stood back and opened his coat and showed me everything. I took four frames of his entire body. Then I told he had just made a HUGE mistake. My name was Susie and I was in his class on this date/time. My mother was professor X. We could either excuse me from classes tests and just give me an A without making me do another thing, or we could pick up the phone and call my parents and the cops and the dean and let everyone know everything. I got my A and never had to attend another one of his boring lectures or take another test of his. I'm not proud of this now. But I don't really think calling the cops would have added anything positive to my life, especially at the time. Even with pho I don't think anyone had ever been so afraid of me before then in my life. I have no idea where I got the guts to do that, or even where I got the idea. But he was quite happy to give me the A. He offered me money but I didn't want his money, that just seemed nasty to me. I never told any adult about it until I was in my 30s. My mother nearly had a heart attack and my father wanted to go and murder him. Seriously murder him. [/QUOTE]
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