So, tonight I decided to indulge myself and eat out (cheap, but still) after a relatively good day at the store. So, I stopped by a local taco chain (I won't name it). While I was waiting for my food, I heard a knock on the glass door nearby. I turn to find this slender homeless-looking fella with very intense eyes staring at me... more like glaring at me. Being the weird guy that I am, I smiled at him. He opens the door, leans in, and says "Be ready to meet your maker!" I thought, hmm, well that's certainly ominous. So, I got my food to go and turned to leave. As I stepped out, this guy comes rushing around the building, snarling and shouting at me, calling me a punk and using lots of foul language. I looked at him, then turned toward my car. He shoved me and bopped me on the arm. I looked at him and said "You know, I like you." He stared a moment, then continued his tirade as he stormed across the parking lot. I got into my car, and he comes rushing up at me, shouting and swearing again. I shut the door and locked it, and he yanked on the door handle and pounded on the glass. I pulled out and drove away, not at any great rate of speed.

Was I scared? That's the funny thing: Not really, no. I felt a little bit of odd excitement (this was certainly an unusual turn of events!) and a whole lot of... pity. This guy was about as pathetic as they come.