So there I was, headed toward the PATH station.  As I walked, I noticed a guy walking the same direction who kept looking my way.  I was neither attracted not fearful, even as he kept walking closer to me.  I thought, he’s a little creepy, but smaller than me.

He asked me where the PATH station was.  The train station that was 10 feet in front of us.  “Right there,” I said and nodded.  “With the P-A-T-H sign.”

“Are you going to Jersey?” he asked.  All the trains go to Jersey.

He kept asking me questions, and I kept giving one-word replies.  Somehow, the hint was lost, and by the time we reached Jersey, he asked me if I lived alone.

“Not if you include my Rottweiler.”  Lie #1.

“No boyfriend?”

“Yes.  Yes, boyfriend.” Lie #2.

“Where is he?”

“The Rangers are playing out of town tonight.”  The truth, but I’m not dating any of them.

“You want company?”

“No.”  Also the truth.

“But you’re very attractive.”

“You’re not.”

I said this last part just as I made a last-minute aversion from the escalator.  He was already on it, and I decided to turn and take the back exit from the station.  He was still calling to me as I hurried out the door, which was being held open by an elderly man.  I asked the man, “Mind if I walk with you for a few minutes?  There’s a guy who might try to follow me.”

The old man said, “I knew I knew you from somewhere.”

Me, not out loud: “wtf?”

Old guy: “I’m a psychic healer, and I’ve met you before.  In Salem.  Have you ever been to Salem?”
“In Massachusetts?  Yes.”

“Yes.  You’ve lived there before.”

“Are you saying I was a witch?”

“Yes.  But you weren’t on trial.”

“Oh, so I wasn’t a cast member of the Crucible?”

“No.”

Oh, I am now.