A Sob Story on a Sunday Morning

I was happy that the rain stopped when I got to the walking portion of my morning.  As I started down the hill, I sensed that someone or maybe more were behind me so I stepped aside.  I'm kind of trudging along with my thoughts while I listened to my Audible book so I thought I'd get out of the way for the fitness enthusiasts.

Much to my dismay it was not the mysterious grey haired runner from last fall.  Come back mystery man!  Today it was a woman calling me beautiful and wanting to talk to me for a moment.  Oh shit.  This won't end well.

About six months ago, I could have sworn that this woman was the same woman who stopped me in the parking at Pick n Save by my house.  Same story.  Her mom was recovering from surgery, they need help to buy a few cans of vegetable and could you please help?  She said all she was able to do was enjoy this drink. 

It was a Starbucks drink.  Are you kidding me?  She did talk fast so I didn't catch all that she said but I made a story about my hard luck and she gave me a wide eyed look and walked away.

I was almost hesitant to walk the hill after that.  I kind of waited to see where she would go.  She actually went down some steps and I waited to see her cross the street to bother people who were enjoy the lake on this cooler day.  

Yes, I did walk the hill and walked back up.  She ruined it.  I would have walked a little bit up on Lincoln Memorial Drive but I was apprehensive about her.  I suspect she might be using drugs and she might not be so stable.  After living with the monster, it made me think twice about where I went.  As I got back up the hill, I noticed she was also walking up the hill.  Damn.  I was at the top and kind of hurried my steps along before she tried it again.  I noticed she went in the other direction.

I walk in this area because well, I never get bothered like I might in my neighborhood.  I don't get harassed but I do come across the occasional scam artist and I just get tired of it.  I don't have any money.  I'm down on my luck too.  Go elsewhere please.  

Shortly before Covid, I used to walk to Target on Sunday mornings which is quite a hike but someone stood at a stop sign for too long looking at me. They wanted me to cross but I waved them on.  It just kind of made me uneasy that day.  I was in the West Milwaukee area which has nice neighborhoods but I didn't really feel that great when I walked home.

It was kind of nice when I discovered this area.  I felt like it was my safe space to be alone with my thoughts or say hello to people who walked past.  During covid, people seemed to respect your space more.  I love seeing the dogs out and about.  It makes my mornings.

I think it was just a weird one off.  There's a scene in Fort Apache the Bronx with Paul Newman where he starts acting crazy with someone he's trying to arrest.  The guy is acting crazy with Newman so Newman being the cool dude that he was, starts doing the same.  Maybe I should channel my inner Paul Newman if I get approached again.

It's like lady, please get out of my safe space. 

I hope the good humans had a better morning.  

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