A little background:
I had been working at this 24-screen theater for about 6 months at the time this story takes place.
Our theater is in the middle of a suburban area, and a lot of middle school kids (~ages 12-14) hang out on Friday and Saturday nights outside when the weather's nice.
So, given that they are typically rambunctious and prone to stupidity (also, our theater has a bar in it, so sometimes so are the adults),
we had cops that hung out there both nights to keep order, quell the idiocy, etc.
I had just gotten off a shift early-ish on a Friday (think 8 pm). I couldn't drive yet, so I had called my mom to come pick me up.
It was nice outside, so I went to wait for her on the benches in the large courtyard-type thing out front.
There were some middle-schoolers milling around (relevant for creepy-factor), but nothing out of the ordinary or over-the-top.
I was still chatting with my mom about my shift/evening plans/random nonsense, when I noticed a car had looped around the parking lot again and pulled up to the curb.
Not unusual for this time of night, most parents just rolled up and pushed their kids out while the car was still moving and squealed off,
trusting to the cops and the staff to see to their well-being (but that's another story entirely). But I really took notice when they made yet another loop around the lot, and then another.
It seemed as if they were looking for someone in particular.
Mom said she was close (ETA ~3 minutes), so we hung up.
Not two seconds later this car (a '93 red Mustang with a dent on the drivers' side decal - I will remember it until I die) pulls back up to the curb.
This time though, a woman gets out of the passenger door, and the man in the driver's seat rolls his (heavily-tinted) window down.
They were middle-aged, maybe upper forties, she was pretty normal-looking and relatively attractive, he was kind of a Jersey Shore type - spiked hair, flashy sunglasses, tight muscle shirt,
almost orange tan. She made a beeline for me, ignoring all the other pre-teens and teens hanging about.
I'm sitting here thinking she must have me confused with someone else, when she says "Hi, my name is 'Jessica',
and my husband and I noticed you and thought you were cute and wondered what your plans were for the evening?"
Now, I may have not looked young for my age, but I DEFINITELY didn't look 18, so at best they were looking at solicitation of a minor.
And part of me wonders if it was an honest, spur-of-the-moment thing, or if they were determined to leave the theater with company, or what, but either way, it was insanely creepy.
I was stuttering something about my mom on her way to pick me up when she (thank god!) pulled up to the curb opposite the Mustang. I waved at her and got up to run for it if need be.
"Jessica" hurriedly apologized for bothering me, and speed-walked to her car as I was half-jogging to mine.
My mom had started to get out, and gave me a quizzical look as I made my way over and "Jessica" and hubby took off out of the parking lot, never to be seen again.
I told my mom what had happened, and then I went in and reported it to the cops in the lobby. I had gotten their plate number, and a detailed description of the car, so the cops were on the lookout.
I still have no idea if anything ever came of it.