Strange people

This is an open letter to the elderly man on the bike in Rochester Hills who rode within two feet of my car as I was getting in who smiled then waved to me in one of the most awkward ways possible after Zach dropped me off & to the guy who called me "beautiful" & kept trying to hit on me while sitting at a traffic light:

Thanks for making my life more interesting. All the same, you both are McCreepsters.