There have been two incidents that creeped me out a bit.
About 11 years ago, I went shopping, in drab, in a big thrift store in Tucson, Arizona. There was a well-dressed (suit and tie) 30-something Hispanic man in the store, just wandering around, who made eye contact with me a couple of times and seemed to be watching me as I was trying on some (women's) shoes.
After I got done and paid for my new skirt and about three pairs of shoes, he appeared in front of me, blocking my exit from the store, and started yelling about how "God hates faggots," and the Bible says that men who wear women's clothes will burn in Hell. I kind of pushed my way around him without saying anything and made it out onto the street. He followed me out of the store, continuing to yell this abuse, down the length of the block and across the street until I got to my car. Other people on the street were definitely stopping and turning to watch the show.
At the last minute before I dove into the car and sped off, I said something like, "thank you for your concern about my immortal soul, but I guess I don't believe the same things that you do." I left him standing in the street and got out of there as quickly as possible. The situation did not turn violent, but it was more than a little creepy, and left me shaking for a few minutes. It was also disappointing that the store employees did, to my knowledge, absolutely nothing about it, even though he started his harangue inside their place of business. As far as I know, he might have gone right back in there to lie in wait for the next poor man shopping for women's clothes.
The second incident happened as I was leaving my nail salon after one of my biweekly appointments. I always dress up for these. The salon is in a strip mall and it was about a 100 foot walk from the door across the parking lot to my car. As soon as I stepped out the door, a man appeared on my left and said, "Sir, I want to talk to you. Why are you dressed like that?" I ignored him (after all, I'm not a "sir" when dressed up -- I acted like he was talking to somebody else) but he followed just a few feet behind as I walked to my car, yelling out "sir, I have a question for you" and "sir, stop and talk to me" all the way. He emphasized the "sir" part.
I just kept walking and got in my car. I doubt anything too bad could have happened there because I am well known and liked in the nail salon and I could always have run back there. In retrospect, the worst thing about it may have been realizing that I was so quickly read as I walked by!
Obviously these were a couple of, uh, "unbalanced" individuals -- the first probably a lot more than the second -- and neither one seemed intent on doing me any physical harm. But it's good to remember that they're out there, and prepare in advance how you will handle these situations. Both of these incidents happened at mid-day in bright daylight -- no apparent drugs, alcohol or cover of darkness involved.
- Diane