Last night I had to buy my monthly bus pass from NJ Transit. I walked up to the window, and the gentleman behind the glass said, “Bloomfield, right?”
Uh. Yes.
He began punching the info into his machine as I flipped him my credit card. He mumbled something into his microphone which I could hear, so I asked him to repeat it.
“You live on BlahBlahBlah Drive, right?” I heard him ask.
Uh…
“Where do YOU live?” I asked.
“I’m on BlahBlahBlah Drive, too. I seen you around the neighborhood.”
“Oh really? What number are you?”
“1234,” he replied, then mention the street intersection.
“Oh! I’m further down. Nice to meet you neighbor!”
With that I signed off on my credit card, took my pass and receipt and walked away. This morning I mentioned the conversation to Denis and he thinks he knows who the guy is (something about Denis seeing him with his dog).
Still freaked out about it though.
Freaked Out in a good way like “oh my goodness, what a small world.” Or Freaked Out in a bad way like “oh my, the creepy little man behind the window knows where I live and now he has my credit card information too!”
“…and your Social Security Number and Blood Type are?”
/s/ Freaky Little Man