That was a good, tense read.
Rest stops are strange places.
I was on my way to a concert once, alone.
I stopped at a highway rest stop. I pulled up and parked near the bathrooms. There was only one other person there, and the guy was sitting on a picnic table near the bathrooms. He was watching me as I entered the mens room, but I just watched him through my peripheral vision and did not look directly at him. There were maybe 6 or 7 urinals, and I took one on the end.
Sure enough, I hear the men's room door open and in walks this guy. No one around but me and him. He broke from well-known urinal etiquette and took the damn urinal right next to me, and stared a hole through me.
I was furious, and my first inclination was to sucker punch him and try to knock him out. However, I just cut my pee short, and mumbled something to him, zipped up and walked out.
I went back to my truck and sat there. He came out and sat on the picnic table again.
I was getting ready to drive off, and a car pulled up with what appeared to be a mom, dad, and 2 young boys.
The boys raced out of the car into the men's room, and the parents sat in the car waiting for them.
He jumped off the table and started to follow the boys in.
This was 1997 or so, and I had a "mobile" phone on me, I think it was one of those Nokias that were like a brick. Nothing like today's smart phones. Mobile phones existed back then, but they were almost a novelty...most people didn't carry one.
I laid on my horn and startled the guy. He looked up and I held my phone up and pointed to it. He flipped me off I think, and went back to the table. I went over to the family's car and explained what that guy was doing, and that he should probably get in there with his boys, or get them out of there. He gathered up his boys and left.
Then I got the hell out of there.
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