basscatfrank
NES Member
I had a somewhat unnerving experience last night. I stopped for gas in a somewhat sketchy area of Manchester after attending a monthly meeting of an organization I belong to. I have been there before and observed things like wannabe gangbangers and a woman who appeared to be a prostitute stopping cars as they pulled in and asking for money. The only reason I still go there is the price, last night it was $3.29.
As I pulled into the station there was a young black male wearing the required hoodie and saggy pants and carrying a small plastic bag, standing in the middle of the entrance. He attempted to make eye contact with me. I follow Clemenza's advice here, don't look nobody directly in the eye, but don't look away either. I pulled up to the pump and went inside. I noticed him follow me in. I paid for the gas and watched him as he left the store behind me without buying anything. As I pumped I just got a strange feeling. I could see him looking at me and looking around. At that point I had one hand on the pump and the other on my gun, making it appear as if I was standing there with my hand on my hip. He then walked around the corner of the building and disappeared into the darkness. Until the moment I was done filling my tank I kept my head on a swivel, seeing if he was approaching from another angle. Nothing happened and I got in my truck and left but the entire time I had a feeling I was being watched. I don't know if I was overreacting but I internally sensed that I needed to be alert. I have never felt that way before and hope not to in the future.
As I pulled into the station there was a young black male wearing the required hoodie and saggy pants and carrying a small plastic bag, standing in the middle of the entrance. He attempted to make eye contact with me. I follow Clemenza's advice here, don't look nobody directly in the eye, but don't look away either. I pulled up to the pump and went inside. I noticed him follow me in. I paid for the gas and watched him as he left the store behind me without buying anything. As I pumped I just got a strange feeling. I could see him looking at me and looking around. At that point I had one hand on the pump and the other on my gun, making it appear as if I was standing there with my hand on my hip. He then walked around the corner of the building and disappeared into the darkness. Until the moment I was done filling my tank I kept my head on a swivel, seeing if he was approaching from another angle. Nothing happened and I got in my truck and left but the entire time I had a feeling I was being watched. I don't know if I was overreacting but I internally sensed that I needed to be alert. I have never felt that way before and hope not to in the future.