Is that not the most precious thing ever?! Baby skunks stamp their precious little paws when they offer a warning. Potential predators usually take heed and back away because they're afraid of being sprayed.
As a woman, who must complete day to day tasks in public places, I decided to incorporate the baby skunk method of warnings.
Let me preface most of this post by saying that I don't consider myself to be any more attractive than the next person. I have nice eyes and great lips. I have an average body that I've learned to love. I don't think the experiences that I'm going to describe are unique to me. If you ask any friend, they all have a story about the guy that wouldn't leave them alone in the grocery store, gas station, auto parts store, doctor's office, or even church! For some reason, men feel very comfortable approaching me. I don't have an approachable face. I've written about it before. So, I've decided that my height must be what makes people comfortable. Me being under 5 feet, seems to give men a confidence that they've never had before.
I went to the local Dollar Store to pick up cobbler mix. (Yes, I used a mix. I didn't make it from scratch this time! Don't judge me.). I can always tell when a man is going to approach me. Something tingles on the back of my neck and BAM, it happens. Now, I'm not talking about the nice guys who say hello, hold the door and keep it moving. Noooooo, these are the guys who follow you down several aisles and stare at you, like you're for sale. Anywho, I see creepy guy with empty basket follow me down two aisles. He asks me if I know where some horrible detergent is located and I point him in the general vicinity. 2 minutes later, he's back. He tells me how pretty I am. I smile and thank him and continue shopping. A minute later, he explains that he is newly single and doesn't know where things are in the store. (Insert sarcasm here.). I wish him well and continue grabbing items because I can't wait to get home and have one of my husband's delicious, juicy burgers. He sees that I have a grill pan and says, "Can I come home wth you?" I reply, "I don't think my husband made enough burgers for extra guests." His answer: "Oh well, he doesn't have to know everything." Usually, I would be annoyed. Instead, I was excited. It gave me an opportunity to try out the baby skunk stamping method. I put my purse in my basket, turned around to face him, stared intensely at him and hit my legs 3 times rapidly. I continued to stare. He walked swiftly to the next aisle. When I got ready to check out, I noticed that he had abandoned his basket of items. Check and mate, rude sir.
I think I'd like to start a series on deterring men after you've said no. Next week, I will combine skunk stamping with making myself large like a brown bear. I'll let you know how it goes. I'm kind of still a runner, ya'll. KG