Treadmill Stalker, part Deux... this is getting creepy

Dear Treadmill Stalker guy,

I saw you yesterday. And I know you saw me. I saw you walk into the Apple store shortly after I did. I saw you walk around, peruse the mactastic products and look at me while I was waiting for the repair geeks to give me back my laptop. (Which was under warranty... Apple Care! Score on saving a $1350 repair!)

I SAW YOU. AND YOU'RE CREEPY. And I made eye contact with you and purposefully looked away in annoyance. Did you miss that?

Ugh.

When I'd secured my laptop and finished chatting about all the great things to do in Israel with my mac tech geek (He's half Israeli) and learned how to pronounce Haifa with a gutteral H sound, I saw you in the far corner of the store, still glancing at me and trying to look like a shopper; Trying to look nonchalant.

And then I snuck out the front of the store and into Barnes and Noble, and I saw you walk past, sans Apple products.

Look buddy. Go away and stop creeping me out.
Or the next time I see you I will revert to my ghetto-fabulous roots and wail on you.