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tineyI keep forgetting that New Orleans is not the safest place. Tulane always gives updates and warnings when a crime happens to a student, faculty, or staff. Most of the cases happen after midnight and I think, "Well, of course you don't walk around by yourself after midnight."
This morning nothing bad happened but it amped up my paranoia. I park across the street from my building. It's real close and it's not a big deal. With New Orleans though, it's like every other street goes ghetto, nice, ghetto, nice, ghetto, nice. >_<
Anyways, so right after I got out of my car a tall guy in the distance yells to me. I ask what's up and he walks towards me asking if I had ten cents. He doesn't even look homeless or poor or whatever. I tell him I don't have change and he asks if I have a dollar. I tell him I don't have cash. He says he needs food and I tell him all I have is credit which is true! They don't even have Bank of Americas in these parts even if I wanted to get cash! I'm walking swiftly trying to get to work because not only am I trying to get away from this creepy guy but I'm almost late for work. :P Meanwhile, I'm fumbling around in my bag trying to get to my mace just in case. So he keeps following me and I notice he keeps eyeing my bag. At that point he yells at me to give him five dollars so I turn around and I tell him I don't have anything for him and I walk across the street and he moves on.
Sheesh. I'm glad he didn't try anything although the harassment sure wasn't comfortable. :P There were people around, but not close enough to make me feel safe. Next time, I'm keeping my mace in hand. You can't take chances.
This morning nothing bad happened but it amped up my paranoia. I park across the street from my building. It's real close and it's not a big deal. With New Orleans though, it's like every other street goes ghetto, nice, ghetto, nice, ghetto, nice. >_<
Anyways, so right after I got out of my car a tall guy in the distance yells to me. I ask what's up and he walks towards me asking if I had ten cents. He doesn't even look homeless or poor or whatever. I tell him I don't have change and he asks if I have a dollar. I tell him I don't have cash. He says he needs food and I tell him all I have is credit which is true! They don't even have Bank of Americas in these parts even if I wanted to get cash! I'm walking swiftly trying to get to work because not only am I trying to get away from this creepy guy but I'm almost late for work. :P Meanwhile, I'm fumbling around in my bag trying to get to my mace just in case. So he keeps following me and I notice he keeps eyeing my bag. At that point he yells at me to give him five dollars so I turn around and I tell him I don't have anything for him and I walk across the street and he moves on.
Sheesh. I'm glad he didn't try anything although the harassment sure wasn't comfortable. :P There were people around, but not close enough to make me feel safe. Next time, I'm keeping my mace in hand. You can't take chances.
