Whind Soull
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Once, I was at a Books-a-Million, sitting on a bench at the back of the store reading some gun rags.
I was aware that a few other shoppers were milling around nearby, but nothing out of the ordinary. Well, I noticed that some one was standing directly in front of me. I looked up and it was this dude just staring at me. A 16 or 17 year old slightly inbred looking white kid wearing hunting boots, jeans, and a back quilted vest, ala unibomber. His hands were in his pockets.
He just stares at me for a solid three seconds and then asks in a flat, monotone sort of way, "You like guns?"
I say, "Yeah."
He says, "I like guns too."
I say, "Cool."
I go back to reading my magazine, left hand on my folder (CC is 21 in my county).
He doesn't go away. About fifteen seconds later, he asks (again sounding like Bubba from Forest Gump), "What guns do you like?"
I say, randomly, "AKS-74u"
He says, "I have an SKS. SKS has a lotta power; it would kill somebody."
I give a noncommittal sort of grunt (very, very freaked out inside) while I think about what I should do.
He didn't say anything else, but still just stood there, staring.
After what felt like days (maybe 10 seconds), I stood up and said, "Well, I have to go. It was nice talking to you."
He replies, "Yeah," and stares at me the whole time I'm walking out of the store, still just standing there in front of the bench.
I was seriously freaked-out and walked quickly down the sidewalk and into BestBuy. I went the the back of the store at a point where I could see the entrance down one isle, and waited to see if he had followed me. He hadn't and after 10 minutes, I went to my car and left.
He was probably the weirdest, sketchiest human being I have ever dealt with. He wasn't just weird...it was like something was actually mentally wrong with him. I still get that feeling just thinking about it...
I was aware that a few other shoppers were milling around nearby, but nothing out of the ordinary. Well, I noticed that some one was standing directly in front of me. I looked up and it was this dude just staring at me. A 16 or 17 year old slightly inbred looking white kid wearing hunting boots, jeans, and a back quilted vest, ala unibomber. His hands were in his pockets.
He just stares at me for a solid three seconds and then asks in a flat, monotone sort of way, "You like guns?"
I say, "Yeah."
He says, "I like guns too."
I say, "Cool."
I go back to reading my magazine, left hand on my folder (CC is 21 in my county).
He doesn't go away. About fifteen seconds later, he asks (again sounding like Bubba from Forest Gump), "What guns do you like?"
I say, randomly, "AKS-74u"
He says, "I have an SKS. SKS has a lotta power; it would kill somebody."
I give a noncommittal sort of grunt (very, very freaked out inside) while I think about what I should do.
He didn't say anything else, but still just stood there, staring.
After what felt like days (maybe 10 seconds), I stood up and said, "Well, I have to go. It was nice talking to you."
He replies, "Yeah," and stares at me the whole time I'm walking out of the store, still just standing there in front of the bench.
I was seriously freaked-out and walked quickly down the sidewalk and into BestBuy. I went the the back of the store at a point where I could see the entrance down one isle, and waited to see if he had followed me. He hadn't and after 10 minutes, I went to my car and left.
He was probably the weirdest, sketchiest human being I have ever dealt with. He wasn't just weird...it was like something was actually mentally wrong with him. I still get that feeling just thinking about it...
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