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?”
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.
“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.
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