Robber? Bagger?
Yesterday after the lecture, I went shopping at the Ukrop’s with my roomie.
On our way home, we kind of got lost. We walked into a road which is under construction. And a man yelled at us and stopped us. He told us that we couldn’t walk down this road and he was going to show us the road. Don’t know why, we followed him. He took us to a small lane, and kept murmuring all the way. We all thought he’s kind of weird. The more we walked, the more we feel scared. Is he a kidnapper? Is he cold-blooded murder? Do we need to call 828-1234? Do we have to try to run away?
Finally, we got back to the main streets. At the sight of the crowds, we were relieved. But things didn’t stop here. This guy asked us for some change. Give or not to give? That’s a problem! We discussed and got our decision: GIVE! Because we think if we refused to give him, he might be got furious and robbed all of our money…So, I took out my purse and gave him some coins…Then he went away satisfied.
Both of us felt so relieved that he was just a bagger. A weird bagger.