IDK. Maybe I’m getting more confident being out alone late at night.
I don’t really need to be out a lot late at night but sometimes I will run to the market for milk or I crave something from Jack-in-the-Box so I drive thru as late as 12:00 am or even later. I go out usually depending on dumb luck that no one will bother me. But I also tap into my experience and chutzpah. It’s only a damn supermarket and it’s fairly close and I know that just because it’s late at night people are still friendly.
But tonight some punk with headphones was behind me in line. I glanced at him and I thought he was on drugs. He looked clean cut and was dressed like an average person and I realized I didn’t know if he was on drugs or not but I got the slight feeling he was mocking me because I had trouble with my debit card.
I payed for my milk and went to leave but the door was locked to the outside so I had to walk back past him to the other door. Yeah, he looked like a smartass so I looked at him until he lost his cool and then I laughed. It was very satisfying and hey, he’s a big boy and can take care of himself. My confidence comes and goes.