creepy

 

regular readers will know of the usual parade of indignant shoppers going ballistic over products at supermarkets, putting tellers through hell for no apparent reason and people ranting loudly on trams to themselves over the latest conspiracy theory.

today was different - a whole new world of different.

all I am doing is sitting and eating. An old man with no mask on walks up to me and stands over me. Forget social distancing, this was way too close. Leaning over my head

"can you believe the cops are after me?"

and presto! magically, my inner dialogue is magically back again! This is now in the territory of creepy scary. My train of thought has now transformed into get this psycho away from me as quick as possible.

I'm drinking a can of coke. He offers me his lighter for it.

"I don't want it. I'm drinking the can"

Although it wasn't blatant, he started demanding he wanted the can.

in my best "I am not coping with this current situation at all" parlance, come the words,

"I'm leaving now."

then he wants to shake my hand, coming across like he has no understanding of the current situation at all.

"I'm not doing that"

and I got the hell away.

probably the first time I have ever actually been confronted like this; I can only hope it never happens again.