My wife and I decided to check out the new Everett (WA) Winco store today.
My wife put her purse, with her carry in it, in the cart and under my guard. (Still a little tiring on a shoulder just ten weeks following her bypass. She has lost a lot of weight recently, but belt carry still is not option, yet.)
We were back in the meat section and had been trolling the coolers when my wife pipes up and says, "I don't like the way that guy has been following us."
My head pops around immediately and I ask, "Which one?"
"That one right there at the end of the cooler."
I see him there, acting way too casual, about 12 feet away. So, I took a deep breath and announced to the meat department, "If he touches your purse I will break his f'ing arm!"
He immediately turned around and left.
Didn't see him in or outside the store after that.
The wife and I work as a team, where in this instance, I was paying attention to close in and she was casually scanning the background while shopping.
She had picked up on him two coolers back, but waited to say anything to me until he had followed a couple of our "detours".