Happened to me in Chicago a few years back. My fiancée and I owned a little clothing shop in a pretty nice area (not that it helped us any hah!), and a women who was pushing a stroller, walked up to me and put her arm in mine, and whispered “please walk with me”

She discreetly pointed to a pretty sketchy looking dude down the alley. He had been following her for a few blocks.

She told me she’s seen him before and she’s very worried he wanted her purse (or worse). So I walked her to the Starbucks two blocks down where she was meeting a group of friends. The guy stopped following when he saw she was with a dude. I’m not huge by any means but I’m 6’1” so at least there’s that.

I was just so glad it worked. Poor woman … can’t imagine that fear—especially when you’ve got a newborn with you.