Truly, it does not matter where I go. There is no escaping it. Some days it is a blessing, other days, it’s straight up heart breaking.
Seems they don’t mind what they tell me.
Only one scary incident. A wild eyed man followed me to the craft dept in Walmart. He then proceeded to tell me that he would be entering the prison system the next day and he had nothing to lose. He is telling me this as he continues to approach me, looking at my purse sitting in my cart. (He had no idea it actually was tied to the handle of the cart as that’s my habit) I snagged a pair of scissors tore them from the packaging and promised him a right fine stabbing if he came any closer. Others saw what was going on and he was removed from the store via security. I told security I would purchase the scissors after having had opened them. They told me no need to.
So, some days are worse than others!