I was rolling a rack from the fitting rooms. It was mostly women's clothing. Ladies' wear takes up a huge portion of the store, so there's a very specific pattern that needs to be followed when unwanted items are sorted to be returned back to the floor. As I was rolling, I had to pardon myself twice from the same customer. It would seem we were traveling in similar directions, which happens often when you're rolling and navigating around browsing customers.

I was hanging some dresses when she asked me, "are you following me?"

I was baffled. Nobody's ever asked me that question - most people can see that I'm carrying a large load of mixed garments and they understand that we're just in the same place at the same time.

"I'm sorry... what?"

"I'm a disciple of the holy spirit, he told me you're following me"

"...that's ... that's nice...I'm just rolling my rack and we happen to be in the same place ---"

"y'all need to stop followin' me"

"..."

Knowing what I do about people that claim to have a direct line to their main man JC, I decided to stay far away from that woman, making multiple detours to avoid her at all costs until she was out of my sight entirely. Today was just not the day I was planning to die by the hands of someone who was probably a paranoid schizophrenic.

There's devout followers of the Lord, and then there's crazies. Which seem to end up in my store 24/7.