My cart was full and i was almost done shopping. i pop out of the long isle to turn the corner - to what behold my eyes? First i had to take it all in. i actually stopped shopping and just stood there in my tracks. i was the deer caught in the headlights. holy crap, batman!
This dude (man), tall, big framed and slender, pushing a shopping cart towards me. Well, there are alot of tall, big framed men in this world. I know that. But he was bald, wearing a long orange rubber trench coat and tall greyish-black rubber boots! ok, it was a bit wet out - but not raining. in fact, the sun had come out and was already drying things up. And this dude wasn't stylish in an Andy Warhol kind of way. i stood there and watched him pass. i watched him walk down the isle with his cart. even his gait was screaming, "I'm a serial killer". Once he got far enough down the isle, the mesmerizing effects started to wear off. i finally looked up and realized a woman with her shopping cart was watching me watching him! Woooahh, shake it off. who's watching who?!
Now, a smart gal would have snapped a picture. because i swear you wouldn't believe it. but i'm moving slower than usual these days. and, to be honest, i would be afraid that i would get caught snapping the picture. yikes! next thing you know, i'm in a dark pit rubbing lotion on myself. (Just for the record, i have dreadful skin. moles, liver spots, bacne, varicose veins, etc.)
On the drive home from the grocery store, all i could think about was why the dude would be wearing so much rubber. but all i could think of was he needed protection from blood spatter. and he didn't like getting blood spatter or any other foreign substance on him for that matter. not even rain water. because serial killers have really weird fettishes.
If i where an undercover cop, i would have followed the dude to his lair just on gut-feeling alone. I wonder what he had in his cart? just groceries? or stuff like bleach, vinegar, rubber gloves (dude can't get enough rubber), big kitchen knives?
Back in my thirties when i was heavily into the martial arts i read alot of self-defense books. one book that really stands out in my head is a book that was written by an FBI agent. It's a great read for heightening your awareness for crime and personal victimization. The agent's job was to investigate stalkers and such. He was a trained and experienced detective. Trained in crime patterns, statistics, logistics, probability, etc. When a victim would provide leads of people that may have motive to stalk them and they didn't pan out, the agent would go back to the victim for anything else. Anything. On many occasions, the agent would get stray info from the victim about someone that just didn't feel right or someone they didn't know, but gave them the 'creeps'. And do you know, that would be the perpetrator in many of the cases. The offender didn't fit the calculative, mathematical criteria. The victim only provided info based on a 'gut-feeling'. And only after all logical leads didn't add up. The FBI agent (like Agent Booth) concluded that one should always trust their instincts. We have instincts for danger just like animals have instincts. Don't ignore them. trust them. die another day! Anyway, read this book. It could save your life.
Resource: Protecting the Gift - Keeping Children and Teenagers Safe by Gavin De Becker