Another tale from a freak magnet

I was out in Tempe last week, I had to pick up the keys for our new house. I got to the property management company at 9. The chick at the counter said nobody would be there till 9:30, which totally didn't make sense cuz she was there, but whatev. So I went across the street to Wendy's to feed the children and waste a half hour. I never knew that Wendy's has like the BEST breakfast burritos on the planet! As I was leaving and loading the kids in the backseat of my car I notice that a dude was creeping up really slowly on us. He didn't look like a threat, but those are the worst kinds, right? So I was keeping one eye on him and one eye on the kids, trying to get them buckled in. Once they were in I like sprinted around the car and jumped in really fast. By this time the dude was standing directly in front of my car, so I threw it in reverse and floored it. The dude was yelling something and pointing and waving his hands and stuff, and for some reason I stopped the car and just stared at him. He ran to the passenger side door and opened it (why wasn't it locked? I'm stupid. Stupid stupid stupid). By this time I was contemplating ways that I was going to kill him and save myself and the kids. Not much was coming to mind, but I did subconsciously grab an empty Amp can. hehe, I didn't have many options, OK? Turns out I left my drink on the roof while I was putting Jakers in his car seat. The dude handed it to me and mumbled something in Spanish, closed the door and walked away.
Well, thanks for saving my drink dude, but srsly, did you have to be so freaking stalkerish about the whole thing? Perhaps you could have just told me that I forgot my drink on the roof instead of actually opening my car door and forcing me to plot gruesome ways to kill you. I am a freak magnet to say the least. And Im wondering why it was so automatic for me to immediately want to kill this guy? Maybe its the mommy instinct. Maybe its from the self defence classes I took like 4 years ago which made me absolutely paranoid in public. Trust noone! I dont know if its a good thing or bad. But Im sure that most of the people who talk to me in public leave feeling that I am a bit disturbed. Which Im not, but its good if they think that I am, right?