Common Sense dictates that if you are aware that you are being followed, you don't stop the car, you don't get out of the car, you don't drop off your passengers, and most importantly, you don't go home or to the home of your family members.
Which is exactly what my Uncle Robert did NOT do.
He knew he was being followed, all the way from his home in Montebello, and did he turn into the parking lot at City Hall, which was right ACROSS THE STREET? No. He stops the car in front of Grandmom's house, and let the kids come in. And what happened? The guy who followed him, sat in HIS car, in front of Grandmom's house, for half an hour. Pretending to talk on the phone. Adjusting mirrors to watch the house. His face alternately turned toward the Gym across the street or covered by his hand when he turned to look directly at the house.
No, we don't have the license plate number, because 1) No one who has been raised by my Grandparents are stupid enough to go outside when something like this happens, and 2) Uncle Robert came back. Parked the car, and came inside. WHILE THE STALKER WAS STILL THERE.
Facepalm.
I know Grandmom and Grandfather will NOT be sleeping well tonight if at all after this latest in a very long string of shows of stupidity by my erstwhile Uncle Robert. All I can say is "Thank the Stars that Uncle Robert is only my Uncle by marriage, because if I had his blood, I'd have slit my wrists in frustration a long time ago.
