It was 2:00 A.M. last Sunday morning. I was in my car. I was alone. I was being followed by a red F150 truck.
I know what you are wondering because it would be the first question on my mind. Why are you out alone at 2:00 A.M.? The answer is simple. One day per week, I help my father-in-law with his part-time job as a rural route delivery person.
I knew that I was being followed pretty quick. The first indicator was that prickly feeling at the back of the neck. There are not many cars on the road at 2:00 A.M. which makes other vehicles very noticeable. I am familiar with the area, so I drove in a big circle to determine if I really was being followed. The truck took a wider circle and ended up behind my car again. The truck followed me for a few minutes. We were both driving a normal speed. I approached a stop sign and made a left turn. The truck sat at the stop and watched my vehicle. I kept an eye on the truck and continued with my job. After a few minutes, the truck backed up and pulled into a driveway.
I have been thinking about being followed....wondering...What did I do right?...What did I do wrong? Should I have done something else?
What did I do right? I am proud that I did not panic. I realized that I was being followed. I was aware of my surrounding and not distracted by the radio or a cell phone. My doors and windows were locked and my cell phone was turned on. I did not speed up or engage the other driver. I knew the location of the closest open gas station. I did not go home because I did not want the driver of the truck to know where I live.
What did I do wrong? I should have called my father-in-law who was close by in another vehicle. I could have called 911. I wish I had the license number of the red F150 and a description of the driver.
In retrospect, the driver of the red F150 could have been following me to make sure I was not doing anything suspicious. Perhaps they were part of a neighborhood watch program. Once the driver watched what I was doing for a while...they went home. The entire event lasted approximately ten minutes.
Have you ever been followed? Do you have tips on how to deal with being followed?