It is not in my job description, but my job forces me to act creepy. Below is the list of “get away, you’re being creepy!”
- Running a solid 30 seconds to a minute in boots after a couple walking on a trail. When I caught up to them panting, the man asked me where I came from, and I admitted that I walked then jogged after them (in order to get an interview).
- Snapping photos outside of a middle school on a sunny day and going up to the tweens and asking them for their names and what grade they’re in. (At least I kept the candy in my pockets and didn’t ask the ones waiting around after the school bus had left if they needed a ride).
- When the phone — and computer — systems were down for what seemed like an entire day, I drove 20 minutes to the agency’s downtown office to get some answers for a story. I cornered the person I needed to speak to right before a meeting he had.
- For a running story, I couldn’t find any runners — apparently when it is rainy, people don’t run much out here. So, I looked through recent local marathon results online, searching by hometown to find potential local people to talk to. After gathering a few at random, I selected names that “looked” like they would be friendly.
- Pushing my way into the center of a break dance-off. No, I don’t like being around sweaty teens who have rhythm, but I need good photos!
- I helped a coworker find an ex-girlfriend on Facebook. But, it wasn’t as simple as searching her name in the Facebook search bar. There was a series of steps that involved verifying her graduation through the university’s online records, which led to her full name (she had like three middle names). Then her full name was entered into a Google search which came up with an out-of-state wedding announcement. She got married and changed her last name. Eventually found her through her husband’s Facebook profile page. Phew.
I’m sure there are more incidents that I now just think of as being “normal.” Reporters make for good stalkers, I mean, investigators.