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Thursday, July 26, 2007

The Epstein's Perv

So last night I went out to see this comedy show called 'Mortified' which has people go on stage and read from their teenage journals or showing embarrassing old videos from puberty years or whatever. Mortifying stuff. And I started to wonder if I had any embarrassing stuff to read from or whatever. I know I have this old diary but I was just trying to think up other stuff or whatever. And bing bang boom! I remembered something weird and creepy that I haven't thought about in years! Not really something good for their show but maybe a good story of sorts. Or maybe not. You can decide. Here tis:

When I was growing up, we would go to this place called 'Epstein's' to get school clothes. They were big on Levi's jeans like 30% off and button down shirts and rugby type shirts. Discounty school clothing store basically. All my friends would get dragged their by their mom once or twice a year to stock up.

Anyway, Epstein's had this dressing room that was just like one big room with benches and a curtain. Not private. And people would awkwardly change clothes in there while pretending there's nobody else in the room. Twas always sort of weird but whatever.

One time, I walked into the back with some jeans to try on and there was only one guy in there. Older guy. He was just standing in there by himself not changing clothes or anything. I remember thinking that maybe he was a security guard or something.

I felt weird about it but I started changing into the new jeans in front of him. And I could tell he was looking at me all creepy stylee. He wasn't doing or saying anything. Just standing there. Maybe he was waiting for someone? After a few minutes, he walked up to me and didn't say anything but handed me a business card and then rushed out of the room.

Standing there in my tighty whiteys, I looked at the card trying to figure out what it was. All it had was a full name and phone number. No business. No logo. No street address. Just a name and number. My 14 year old brain wasn't really smart enough to add up what it was about-- but I knew it just super wernt right. Way. So I dropped the card and headed out to find my mom.

I didn't say anything about what happened because... I didn't know even what to say. It was all so weird and I was a kid and I knew it was a creepy bad thing that I just hadn't fully processed yet. Maybe subconsciously I knew my mom would have gone berserk in the store and trashed the place and probably eventually would have had to be shot with a dart and it would have been a whole thing. I might not have been in the mood for a whole scene like that.

Plus, I probably just wanted to get out of there and go home and play video games-- and work on blocking it out... for like the next 20 years or so.

ok bye!


Anonymous Anonymous said...


July 26, 2007 1:31 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

dude, maybe you missed out on an incredible experience. Older man, barely pubed-up boy... GOOD TIMES! hahahahaahahaha oh lordy

July 26, 2007 1:35 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

haha eww, that old man wanted to hit it.

July 26, 2007 2:01 PM  
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July 26, 2007 2:18 PM  
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July 26, 2007 2:20 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

was he a catholic priest?

July 26, 2007 2:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

When I was eleven the old man downstairs asked if I would be his special friend. Gross! I said no and he backed off and I never told my parents. I thought that my Father would kill him but mostly I thought that I would get in trouble some kind a way. I wonder how many of us escaped a pedophile, but did nothing to perhaps prevent their next target.

July 26, 2007 3:10 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hahaha!! i bet he ran out of popcorn. but looking at the big picture, you got lucky... realy lucky. think about it, the story couldve gone so wrong... (for you)

July 26, 2007 3:17 PM  
Anonymous Goats said...

I used to go to Epstein's too! We had one in Morristown, NJ! IT has since closed. I wonder if there were pedophiles in my Epsteins? Probably not since we had single stall changing rooms.

July 26, 2007 3:45 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was sexually abused as a child. todd you're lucky. I'm so glad for you that it didn't happen.

July 26, 2007 4:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This stuff is like sooooo common. It makes me pissed and want to hunt & kill pedophilles. On a recent visit to where I grew up, I ran into a friend that was a TOTAL mess. The drugs, mental, full on nightmare action. After catching up I was like, "What's going on? Is there anything I can do to help you? What happened?" He had been abused for like our entire childhood by a priest (and I remember this f-er sicko bastard too...)I wish I would have known. I was a passive aggressive kid who would have started a fire.

July 26, 2007 4:32 PM  
Anonymous weeze said...

The catholic church is a disgrace really it is hard to deny. I am surprised people are not more outraged.

July 26, 2007 5:32 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It's not just the catholic church-- believe me, I and many of my friends were molested by rabbis, episcopalian priests, etc. etc. etc.
And yes, their respective churches did everything they could to cover up.

July 26, 2007 6:06 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Pedophiles come in all religions, of course. Todd, that is horrible, and I bet all of us are thinking of similar pervy stories that either led one way or the other. It is amazing how many of us have experiences like that, and it makes me sad for my children - they will undoubtedly be presented with life's weirdos at some point, too. Boo hoo!

July 26, 2007 7:07 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Whoa. That's creepy. But if you had his name and number, that was a great opportunity to turn it over to the police. Even still, good move getting out of there.

July 26, 2007 10:17 PM  
Blogger Heather said...

Aw, my mom used to make me go to Epstein's too! Remember how it was all about OP clothes, and we all thought OP stood for "Over Priced?" It's still there, believe it or not.

The worst though is Loehmann's which is also a group dressing room but instead of pervy pervs, you have other women checking each other out and mentally saying, "Yep, thigh fat on you is very cottage cheesey indeed!" Or at least that's what you hear in your head. It's not a good place to be on a "fat day".

July 26, 2007 10:58 PM  
Anonymous NOLA said...

You can always look at the bright side... At least tOdd was appealing? ewwwwwww..........

July 27, 2007 1:18 PM  
Anonymous texasgirl said...

I remember when I was a little girl about 8 or 9, a white van drove down my street while I was playing in the front yard in the middle of the afternoon--a nice house in a nice neighborhood. The van slowed down in front of my house but then kept going. At the end of the block, the van went into reverse and came back toward me in reverse. When the van was in front of my house again, the sliding van door opened and a magazine fell out onto the street. Then the van drove off. Once it was gone off our street, I went to see what the magazine was. It was some horrible, XXX rated perv magazine. I didn't even pick it up, I was so freaked out. I ran right inside, but like you Todd, I never told my mom. I had the exact same feeling you did--like I had just escaped some really creepy, yucky scenario but like I hadn't really fully processed it yet. Even now, 25 years later, I'm still completely freaked out by it and grateful it didn't turn out badly.

July 27, 2007 9:08 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

your diary does not go beyond week 2 pleae fix the link

July 28, 2007 1:27 PM  
Blogger Odd tOdd said...

Thanks! Will do...

July 29, 2007 4:44 PM  
Anonymous Father Nelson said...

Lets face it Todd could have prevented this perv from hurting other kids. Insted he did nothing. Because of his in action the pervy old man probably went on to touch other boys and this could have been prevented.

August 21, 2007 10:53 PM  
Anonymous Kat said...

I was raped and molested threw out my child hood. NO FUN. now I am an angry person and when I get to thinking about the past I sometimes stay up real late and look up Megan's law find a pedophile kick on their door in the we hours of the morning and beat the shit out of them with blunt objects. It makes me feel better!

March 12, 2009 6:21 AM  

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