So, I'm heading home the other day and I stop at the bakery....as I get out of my car, there is a young boy standing on the step. He is a heavy boy, square, with a navy buzz cut. He looks like a short hypertensive man. He glances at me and then turns to head inside. I walk up and reach for the door, as he is pulling it shut. I think, 'young boy, not paying attention'. I grab the door. He keeps pulling. I pull back. He pulls harder. I get my hand out of the way. He slams the door shut. And locks it. I say 'excuse me!' Now is mother is involved. There is much heated discussion as I wait. She unlocks the door. Inside there is now a volley of 'tell that woman you're sorry' and 'no! she's a stranger!' He is now on the floor on his knees in front of the bakery display, his hands pressed against the glass screaming for his cookie. Mom informs him there will be no cookie without the apology. He does not apologize. He is dragged to the car.
Weird stuff like this happens to me all the time.
