Freak strikes again

The car rental guy next door I have nicknamed Freak comes up to me and starts talking to me, while I am helping a customer. How rude is that? Of course I ignore him, directing my attention the customer. He continues as if I'm listening, to details I could not care less about. Since in his babbling he implied he was leaving, I gave a curt, "Good-bye". Now I think a farewell is a very straight forward message, but I suppose not with a weirdo with boundary issues. Then at a pausing point (we have slow printers) he asks if I'm working tomorrow. Odd question since my schedule never changes, unless he overheard me tell someone about my niece's birthday party tomorrow. As I have my customer sign the paperwork, I answer I will not be here tomorrow. Freak then grabs the book my coworker left behind and I explain I have nothing better to do than read books. I explain to my customer where the car adding a "I will be coming that direction in a few minutes". Freak must have figured out we are not parked in the same lot and would not very receptive to his long-neglected escorts. Last night I walked to my car and he rode the bus, thus blocking my car as I was leaving. I admit getting lazy by not moving my car because he has not been walking me to my car. Anyway, Freak starts talking to a janitor and I start printing my closing paperwork. My customer returns with a question and Freak finally leaves the building. I finish my paperwork and I walk to my car, alone. Sure some mothers would panic at the thought of a tiny woman walking in a dark parking lot alone, but I assure anyone that I do not require a babysitter. Besides, we have the police, bus drivers, parking lot booths with cashiers inside, and janitors within yelling distance at the airport. I think I have a better chance slipping on ice than being attacked by a criminal. A car rental next door gal slipped on ice this week and broke her hip. I heard she came home today from the hospital. Post later. Bye!