Masters of disguise

This story actually happened when I was still an undergraduate at K.U. in Lawrence, KS. I had walked to the grocery store at about 8 pm one night, which I didn't think was the craziest idea ever. I wanted some fresh air, and the store was about a half mile from my apartment, the area is well-lit, and the whole walk is along major streets in a nice part of town. I had gotten the couple of things that I needed, and as I was entering the parking lot I had a guy approach me asking for any spare change, he had run out of gas, was trying to get back to Kansas City. Who cares if it's true (although it's probably not), so I gave the guy some change, and told him good luck getting back. Then he starts following me! I look back over my shoulder a few times to make sure, yup, there he is. So two buildings down is a gas station, and I start heading for it, figuring I'd go in and tell the clerk I was being followed, and have them call the police (I didn't have a cell). As luck would have it there was a cop sitting in the parking lot, so I knocked on his window, told him this guy was following me, and I didn't want him knowing where I lived. As soon as this guy rounds the corner and sees me talking to the cop, he goes back around the corner, puts on the sweater he had tied around his waist, then acts like he was just nonchalantly walking past. I'm telling you, the guy was like the fucking Master of Disguise or something. Anyways, the cop went to talk to him, and told me to walk home. It was such a scary experience and really drove home the point that I should be aware of my surroundings no matter how safe things may seem. Guess creeps really are everywhere. -Alana