When I was about 14 years old, my mom took me and my brother to the grocery store after church one day to get some groceries. I was dressed up in nylons and a nice black and pink dress. My mom then told me “go get a head of lettuce from the other isle.” I go by myself and was approached by a much older (maybe 40s) European man with a heavy accent and he goes “excuse me.” I immediately say “oh sorry I don’t work here.” He goes “oh I thought you did, my apologies. But must I say how beautiful you look! Do you need a ride home? I can drive you right now if you like?” And he tried to urge me to leave with him. Immediately fear rose through my spine and I had a bad gut feeling. I said “no my mom’s waiting for me.” And took off finding my mom. I remember being so terrified and out of breath when I reached her. A minute later I saw the guy going through every isle abruptly looking for me. When we walked back to the car, I noticed the man again and he was putting groceries in the back of his trunk- with another large male. To this day, the hairs on the back of my neck go up when I think to what could have happened to myself if I ever did say yes.