October 3rd, 2008 (08:32 am)
Where am I?:
New Orleans, LA
Mood: annoyed
I 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.