Yesterday afternoon, the most bizarre thing happened to me and I promised my husband that I would tell you guys about it because it really was the craziest thing. Sometimes I’m glad that I am able to blog about my experiences because ridiculous stuff happens to me all the time. This experience was no exception…
I had a doctor’s appointment yesterday around 4 o’clock in the afternoon. My husband dropped me off and I was in the doctor’s office a little over an hour. When I came outside, my husband was not parked out front waiting for me because he had taken the kids to get something to eat. I called him to tell him I was done and he told me that he was on his way back to pick me up.
As I was standing in front of the doctor’s office a man came up to me and asked me if I worked there. I told him I did not and then he asked me if I was a patient there. My response to that was that it was none of his business as that was my personal information and I did not know him from a hole in the wall. The whole time he was speaking to me he kept staring at my tattoos which was really weird. Finally he told me he was going to go into the building and stated that he could tell I was married by the wedding band on my finger.
Now, you have to realize that I live in New York City so I am quite used to bumping into “unique” people all the time. The thing that made this experience different is that my doctor’s office is actually located in an affluent area of Westchester County so it was surprising that it was even taking place there. Moving on, the man proceeded to enter the medical building and I called my husband back to tell him to hurry up because I had encountered a “live one.”
A few minutes later, the valet parking attendant came over to me to ask me what the man had been talking to me about. I recounted the whole story and he responded by saying that the man had locked himself in the bathroom. He went on to tell me that security had called the police because they asked him to leave the premises and he refused. While I was speaking to the parking attendant, the suspicious man came outside and starts rummaging through a duffel bag that he removed from the trunk of his car.
I’m not a paranoid person but, in light of recent violent events in surrounding states, I really started thinking to myself that this guy was going to pull out a gun and kill all of us. Not only did he appear to be extremely agitated at this point, but he was also talking to himself in a loud voice saying things like, “These people are trying to entrap me,” and “This lady is part of a plan to entrap me with security.” Again, I called my husband begging him to hurry up and come get me to which he replied that he was almost there.
Thankfully, Westchester Police finally showed up and proceeded to question this individual. At first he asked the policeman if they could move away from me because he did not “want me in his business.” The policeman told him no way and began to badger him with questions regarding what his business was there and who he was. The man just started ranting about how he suspected that he had Cancer on his lip and he was just entering the building to get the opinion of one of the doctors. Mind you, this is a specialized medical building that you need to be referred to and it was well after the time that the offices had closed. God knows what his real intentions were but it was obvious that he was up to no good.
Then, this gentleman proceeds to tell the policeman that I look suspicious and I am full of tattoos which indicates that I am somehow affiliated with gang activity and that he was concerned that I was going to retaliate against him by sending the gang I allegedly belong to to get him. Yes, I know it’s unbelievable but this was really happening to me. At this point, two additional police officers had arrived and the female officer began asking him how me having tattoos correlated to me being a gang member. I just turned to her and told her that he asked me if I was a patient there and that I told him it was none of his business. She turned to him and agreed that it was none of his business.
He kept insisting that I had gang affiliations because of my three tattoos and I just couldn’t contain myself any longer so I burst out laughing. This upset him further and he replied that he was glad that I found the whole situation to be so funny. Obviously, the officers and I had realized a long time ago that this man was mentally ill, paranoid, or something else but I just couldn’t stop laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of the whole situation along with the fact that it was happening to me!
Thankfully, my husband rolled up in the car at this point. As I got into the car while the officers were ushering the disturbed gentleman off the premises, one of the officers told me to have a great weekend and cracked a joke about how I better not let anyone else see my gang tattoos this weekend. My husband and I just started laughing and we turned to each other and asked, “Why does crazy stuff like this always happen to us?”
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