Creepy.

Today I was running out the door to the car to go to work.

Because as you know, I always run a few minutes late regardless if I’m ready hours early, or two minutes before leaving.

So I’m running out the door to the car. And this old man is walking down the street.

Then he stops. Watches me get into the car, fix my iPod, turn on the car, wait for the girl who was in my way to finish walking buy and drive off.

Creepy old men are creepy.