Why Me?

Yesterday started as such a good day, ran 3 miles and then decided to go to the pool at our apartment complex... it was the hottest day in DC so far this year (around 96 degrees) so EVERY small child in the neighborhood was at the pool.  I tried really hard to deal with the kids and screaming and actually stayed for about 2 hours.

When I left the pool, I noticed a boy, about age 9 years old, standing awkwardly outside the gate to the pool.  He kinda kept looking at me weirdly but I ignored it.  He had run to the building across the street from the pool... or so I thought.  Next then I know he is walking a few yards behind me.  I kept turning around to get him to realize that yes in fact I did notice him but he continued to follow.  I thought that I should walk to my car and get in it instead of going up to our apartment but then I thought to myself, "No he won't follow you, he is only 9 what harm could he really cause. I am just over reacting."  Well I was wrong on all counts.  I walked up to the stairs to go to our apartment and I notice that he stopped right at the entrance to our building.  I decided to turn around and I asked him if I could help him with something and he stammered and said softly, No.  SO I continue up the stairs as he watches me.  I get all the way to the door and give him a glare that had to say, "okay now your freaking me out." As I walk inside, he looked to be walking away.  I hurry inside and lock the door.  I am sorta freaked out and tell myself how weird that was that the boy acted like that...

By the time it takes me to think this, I hear a knock on our door.  I have a slight moment of panic and think, "this can't be him."  Sure enough I look through the peep hole and the boy is standing outside, knocking on OUR door.  I slowly walk away and go to the far back of our apartment into the bedroom and shut that door.  I was freaking out at this point.  "What could this kid want!?"  After about 8 minutes I finally decide that I can't handle this and decide to go find the apartment's main office number.  As I walk into the spare bedroom to get the number, I see out the window the little boy is standing on the sidewalk looking up into our window RIGHT AT ME!!! He then walks back to our door and knocks again.  Meanwhile, I call the front office and the lady tells me she is going to send over a maintenance man.  Sure enough within a couple minutes the maintenance man pulls up in a golf cart and tells the boy to get in.

Needless to say I am completely traumatized!!! Why did the little boy choose me? I was completely minding my own business and he had to come ruin it.  What a good day, ruined.