You’ll never guess

Posted by on Tuesday, July 12th, 2011

This past Sunday afternoon, I took two sleeping bags over to our one little local laundry mat to wash and dry. They are large L.L. Bean bags that require a front loading commercial washing machine which, sadly, I don’t have at  home. I might be interested in purchasing one now though.

There was one lady in the front of the laundry mat. One 20-something man in the back of the laundry mat. And right after I walked in, two other guys came in. I got my sleeping bags going and popped in my ear buds to continue listening to PW’s “Black Heels to Tractor Wheels” on my iPhone while I stood near my washers to crochet.

After a few minutes I realized I was still wearing my prescription sunglasses and dug around in my purse for my regular glasses and realized I’d left them out in the van. So out I go, passing one of the guys that had walked in after me. As I passed, I saw him looking at me and I politely nodded acknowledgment and said, “hi”.

Which I have done a million other times in a million other similar situations.

When I returned with my regular glasses on, I sat down on a bench near the washers to wait the cycles out. Within moments, the guy I’d said “hi” to came over and sat beside me. I looked over at him as he sat down and noticed he was sporting some serious glassy-eyes, which immediately made me wonder if he was on drugs. He asked me a question about my crocheting and I made a big show of removing my ear bud to hear him and immediately replace it – trying to discourage conversation. He asked several more questions, which I answered before getting up to check on my washers. I was getting very ill-at-ease in his presence, getting some sort of creepy vibe from him and I knew I needed to just move away.

Once I’d made my escape – I thought I was safe. After getting my sleeping bags in the dryer, I just stood there by the dryers and didn’t look back over at that guy anymore.

Minutes passed while I crocheted, listened to my book, and watched the lazy flop, flop, flop of the sleeping bag rotating in the dryer. (all the while keeping a distance from where ever Creepy Guy moved around to…) Meanwhile, I noticed the woman in the front was finishing up her laundry and beginning to make trips out to her car with the laundry baskets. I looked toward the back of the laundry mat and saw that the other 20-something man had also left while I wasn’t paying attention.

That meant once the lady was finished and left the building – it was going to be just ME and the two guys. I suddenly got very nervous, wondering what I should do. Do I continue to stand here once she leaves? Do I go sit in the van? Am I totally overreacting? Should I call Mr. Lucky and tell him to get OVER HERE IMMEDIATELY??

Within moments, the lady stacked her last few items in her basket and left the building.

Oh crap.

I casually looked back toward the two guys. One was folding clothes and the Creepy Guy was heading directly toward me. He very nonchalantly leaned on my table, directly across from me and smiled at me. Now listen folks, you know I’m a relatively nice person that doesn’t judge but dude….. brush your teeth if you’re gonna try hitting on someone!!!!

{But that is so not the point here, is it?}

I realized at that moment I wasn’t overreacting. The creepy vibe I was getting from him was real. Totally real. He said, motioning toward me ear buds, “Please. You’re very pretty. I want to talk to you.”

(Yep, those glassy eyes meant drugs, for sure. I knew it when he said the pretty line…..)

I said, “No. You don’t need to talk to me. My husband will be here any second.”

Lie. Lie. Lie.

He said, “Oh really? Your husband is coming here??”

I said, “Yes (looking out the window for effect) he should be here in just a sec.”

The guy continued to stand there and stare at me, while I looked everywhere but back at his face. In my head, I was saying, “Please Lord, let someone walk in that door. Let someone walk in that door.” After a few moments, he just shrugged and walked away.

I breathed a sigh of relief that my little lie had worked. As the back door closed behind creepy dude, the front door opened and a young fresh-faced woman and her husband and three little kids came in. Thank you Jesus.

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  1. Lenaon 12 Jul 2011 at 6:20 am 1

    Oh my gosh! That’s scary! I am so glad you told that little lie! Maybe you should go shopping for a front load washer. Today!

  2. Vonnieon 12 Jul 2011 at 4:01 pm 2

    Yikes! What is it about laundry mats attracting different sort of folks? I too take my sleeping bags and comforters to them. I’ve had some experiences where I felt uncomfortable. SO very glad your prayer was answered!

  3. Shannonon 12 Jul 2011 at 6:15 pm 3

    No more going to the laundromat alone for you pretty lady!

  4. Stacyon 12 Jul 2011 at 6:56 pm 4

    Oh My…I am so glad we have laundry on site…i am not a fan of going to the laundry mat, but I am glad that only the residents can use them.

    I have had to go on occasion to the one in town, but I always take someone with me.

  5. Tracieon 14 Jul 2011 at 7:25 am 5

    Yikes! I freaked out just reading this, I can only imagine your feelings of panic!! So glad he left and a new family came in! I bet next time Mr. Lucky goes with you!

  6. Jenon 14 Jul 2011 at 10:03 am 6

    My heart was really pounding while I read this. I am so glad that things turned out okay.

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