I was walking home from the store and I heard car honks. My mind didn’t automatically think the honking was toward me. It blared again and I turned around to see a guy in a car following me.
He yelled out, asking me for my address and if he can take me home. I told him politely I don’t give my address to strangers and I’m not comfortable getting into strangers’ cars.
He then yelled his name at me and said he’s not trying to find out where I live. Um, ok.
I had to go into a store because he kept following me in his car for at least three blocks, trying to get me in his car despite me refusing.
Location: Chicago, IL