On rare occasions I actually want to eat by myself. I have had one crazy week that keeps going. I choose to eat pho in Chinatown after class. It was delicious as usual, but the walk back to my car was creepy. Yes, creepy. I get out of the restaurant and a man just stands in my way. Stares at me for a few seconds, walks ahead of me, and continuously looks back at me. I didn’t like the fact we were walking in the same direction either… He gets in his car first, then me ahead of him. He drives past me slowly and continues to stare. Times like this I don’t like being by myself, but I am thankful nothing happened.