Is Borders Bookstore the nexus for lonely and creepy people in Madison?

1. I am not at Borders to get stared at by lone guys in the music section (is Cat Power really that sexy?)
2. I am not at Borders to get followed from bookcase to bookcase (I'll go read my sewing book in the sports section, I guess).
3. I am not at Borders to get mumbled at (oh what the hell?!)

Guess what? I'm at Borders to LOOK AT BOOKS!!! GAAAAAHHHHH!!

Seriously. When did the bookstore become the place you go to get "checked out" by everything and have some weird guy follow you all around the store mumbling something incomprehensible at you. And any thoughts on the proper way to handle this situation?

Eventually mumbly guy found me in the magazine section, but mumbled at some other guy first who loudly stated "NO I DO NOT HAVE ANY MONEY. NO WORRIES THOUGH. I AM GOING TO GO GET SOMEONE."

That's when I left for the travel section. I'm a wuss.