I know I live in a bad part of town. I do realize that. However, yesterday I went at high noon to the Dollar Store. There are always people out and about then and it should have been perfectly safe.

Instead this man who was rumpled, dirty, wild looking and had dried blood where he or someone else had scratched his face, tried to stop me. I managed to get into my car and lock the doors before he got to me, but he started pounding on the windows and shouting me, "Honey, I want to ask you something." I shouted for him to leave me alone and finally got my car started and jerked it in reverse and slammed down the gas pedal. I figured he'd move or I'd run over him. He moved.

I'm beginning to wonder if I have a neon sign over my head that I can't see that says something like, "Dangerous people apply here."

There was a time when I would have stopped and tried to talk to him, but after January, there is no way. He was at the Dollar Store so if he had needed help, he could have gone in there or any number of businesses on that street.

Jan