when i worked at Wal*mart, way back in the day, i was going through a phase where i would do my bestest to find the good in EVERYONE, no matter what. there was this veteran that came in to just hang out and roam the aisles. i think his name was joe. so, i sat with joe a few times and talked about his past with him, and discovered he had been through a lot (as if hanging out at a wal*mart on a daily basis wasn't sign enough). due to my kindness, joe was my new best friend. he would hunt me down whenever he was there to tell me how pretty i looked that day, or ask me how i had been doing. it got creepier from there, but i tried to maintain my happy outlook on life.
one day, he called me over as he was sitting in the food court. i sat across from him. he complimented me on my fingernail polish, and asked for my hand for a second, so he could take a closer look at it. he pulled my hand closer to his face, gave me a wicked grin and *schlupp!* two of my finger tips go RIGHT into his mouth, as he suckles them happily.
I sit there, arm extended, frozen in horror. i finally caught up with what happened, snagged my hand back, looked at him aghast as if he had just stomped on my favorite puppy, and left immediately to scour my hands. from then on, whenever 'joe' came in, i would avoid him like the plague.