HOLLA ON THE GO: “I was picking up…”

I was picking up an orange at the grocery store after a dance class and two guys hooted at my baggy sweatpants-and-hoodie-wearing self. One followed me out of the store still trying to engage me. He only diverted his route when I was in my car with the doors locked.
I was scared, it was nighttime, and this side of the store had poor lighting. I wish I had told them off, parked somewhere else, etc.