At the pharmacy checkout today, guy is giving the clerk a very hard time as he attempts to open the packaging on some kind of medical devices (I think syringes, but I'm honestly not sure -- there was a sealed plastic bag around multiple items of some kind) he hasn't yet paid for. She tells him she can't restock it if he opens it and doesn't end up paying for it, and to please give it back until such a time as he has decided to actually buy the items. She's practically yelling at him to hand it back, and he eventually does.
She steps away, and he starts harassing me to "Just show her your ID! I need you to show her your ID!"
"I will not do that," I respond, not knowing why she'd need an ID or what kind of liability I'd be under if I did that for someone else's controlled substances/materials.
"But I'm illegally parked and I need to get out of here right now!" (Let the record show that he was red eyed and frantic, and most certainly not in condition to drive.)
"I'm not going to show someone my ID so you can buy something."
"Just do it, please! I'm gonna get a parking ticket if you don't."
I turn to the second clerk and ask about my prescription. He's trying to communicate with me about personal details of my medication. He asks the red-eyed man to, "Please step back for confidentiality reasons."
Red Eyes is no longer panting directly on me, but he is still whining about his car, and why won't I just show my ID for him?
I scoot closer to the kiosk and swipe my card, using a hand to shield the keypad as I enter my PIN. "Please, back off."
He doesn't move. "All you'd have to do is be over 21! Just, please! Please!"
I say nothing, and rush over to my husband, who's in the waiting area. "We have to get out of here NOW," I tell him. "I do not want to say why, just come on!" He's dawdling, looking at a magazine, but when I pull his arm a little, he knows to get on with it.
We're waiting for the train at a stop opposite the pharmacy. I see the guy walk outside after we're seated, and pull my hood up so he won't recognize me. He's on his phone, texting and walking, eventually approaching a Coca-Cola delivery person before turning around and walking past the pharmacy again, approaching a couple of people in the process.
He eventually stalks off, past the pharmacy (though I know there's another one about 4 blocks down, so perhaps that's where he was headed to try his luck). Guess he wasn't too worried about parking tickets after all!
(I really wish I knew what he was trying to get me to get for him. All my "this guy has a drug problem!" alarm bells were going off, but I can't be sure there wasn't a logical explanation.)