True story: a few years back, I went on a business day trip to Richmond with another lady I worked with. She was driving her car and on the way back, she was in the left lane passing other vehicles. We were going by a truck and as we did, he tooted his horn a couple of times. I absent-mindedly waved my hand at him as we went by but was not really paying any attention to him and continued talking to my friend.
After passing, she gets back in the right lane and suddenly the truck goes by us, gets in front of us, and slows down. So she goes to pass again and again he blows his horn as we go by, which I ignore. I think it happened one more time and then he settled in behind us.
A few miles up the road, I have to use the bathroom desperately, so I asked my coworker to stop at a fast-food joint ahead. We pull into the parking lot and as I'm walking across the pavement to the entrance, here comes Mr. Truck Driver pulling in behind us and he's grinning at me.
I don't give him a chance to stop and hustle into the restaurant, do my business VERY slowly, then go back out. I look around first and fortunately don't see the truck, so I get back in the car. As we drive around the business so we can get back on 301...there sits the truck and him grinning at me.
As we go by, he pulls in behind us and starts following us again. We finally ditched him at the 301 bridge heading back into Maryland. I will never forget that it was a company truck for the Boar's Head brand or what the guy looked like. He had greasy dirty blonde hair and was wearing a wife-beater shirt to better show off his many, many tattoos.
I still don't know if he thought he knew me from my frequenting Woodburn's in Solomons, which at the time was the only place around that carried that brand and got deliveries from Boar's Head, but I sure didn't know HIM. I think he was just a nut, but he totally freaked me out.
My uncle is very honest and good cross-country truck driver, but he has told me about some of the perverts out there and there are many. So ladies, be careful. You never know who's watching.
a friend of the familes I grew up with was a truck driver... he was a nice family man but badly strung up on drugs too. He ended up hanging himself one night when I was in my early 20s. He never discussed other women or was crude or anything like that, just a nice hardworkin' guy.
Freaky maybe, but not creepy.