Hello! Welcome to this special edition blog update. :) So, like a week ago, I was walking to my car after work. All alone. No one behind me. Nothing. The mall was closed. Ahh, the sound of solitude. I heard footsteps scurrying closer but still distant to me. I check back and there was this kid running. Of course her parents are not all that far off. I had thought someone was following me at first. Paranoia had set in for a little bit. You know, the whole shpeel (sp?). So I continued forward through the mall to the parking lot. I was on my phone looking at my messages and heard the scurrying again. I check back, once again and there she was. The little girl ran to a bench to sit. So I thought to myself, cool. She's done running around. My mind is at ease. No one else was around, except for the kid and parents (not far behind). I stop for a second to blog what sneakers I was wearing. Finally I make it to my car. No one is around. I find my car parked next to a familiar car. A black car. A black SUV to be more accurate. A black BMV X3 to be exact. Coincidence? I think not! I parked earlier than that person. When I parked earlier that day there was another car there. I become very cautious of my surroundings. I round my car towards the driver's side. I hear the sound of keys. Not my keys. I look up and there she is. Not the little girl. No, no. Someone else. Someone far worse. My co-worker. Her name, you ask? Tresha. Tresha Bautista. Yes! She was stalking me. She didn't leave the store the same time I did. But somehow managed to make her way, not being seen. Stalker? Yes! Definitely a stalker. I don't trust her. More importantly, I do NOT like being followed, chased, etc. If you're walking behind me, why didn't I see you? I saw the little girl, but not the stalker. Touche! Tresha! I'll keep my eyes out for you.
Here's a picture of the culprit (Proceed w/ Caution):
I was able to get this picture because she showed me her FaceBook. Like I said, proceed with caution!