Paying Attention to Intuition (August 21, 2013)

The boys and I left to come back to MD on August 21. Part of the ride down was creepy. At an exit near the start of MD, I pulled into one of those big service plazas and drove by the food area to get gas. I parked at the pump, started fueling and got back in the car. I usually lock the doors – especially when the boys are in the car. I was turned around talking to them when I noticed that a huge pick-up truck had pulled up between us and the set of pumps to our right. It was a narrow drive-thru between the two sets of cars so I wasn’t sure what the person was doing. Then I noticed there was a guy in the truck and he was just parked there – staring at us and seeming to scope us out. As soon as I noticed him, a chill went through me and I just had really bad vibes about him. I was starting to get nervous.  I kept talking to the boys while I tried to figure out what was going on. I had my shades on so he couldn’t see where I was looking. After about 5 minutes, he pulled through and around and parked on the other side of my pump and was just sitting there – his motor was running and he didn’t get out to begin pumping gas. I kept looking back as if I were checking to see if the tank had finished yet. Every time I looked back, he pressed himself against the seat to hide but I could see that he just kept staring at us. I could also tell by his body language that he was very amped up – he looked full of adrenaline. Now I was becoming terrified. I had already sat there for about 10 minutes and wasn’t sure what to do next. I finally jumped out, locked the doors and ran to the car on my right where a guy was pumping gas. I leaned into his window to tell him what was going on. When I looked up to point to the truck, the creepy driver hit the gas and squealed out of the gas station. I asked the second driver to just wait until I was finished disconnecting the pump and was back in the van. I drove around the plaza to see if I could find the truck and get his license plate number but it wasn’t anywhere. As we left, I couldn’t help but feel we had just avoided something serious.