So this happened.
On this particular overcast day, I was just standing outside my office with a workmate (a usual spot for some of these weird encounters) minding my own business, talking about some random thing or other.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a guy walking down the waterfront. I don’t think anything of it, until I notice he’s walking towards us. He mumbles something I can’t understand, so I go “what?” Thinking he’s just looking for directions or something.
“What did you just say?” He asks. “Nothing” I reply, mostly because I can’t actually remember what we were talking about, but partly because it’s none of his damn business IMHO. “You said something about me. What did you say?” Workmate and I look at each other, kinda confused. “Na sorry man, we weren’t talking about you.” He did not take this well. He gives us a look which can only be described as ‘the evils’ before shouting “YOU’RE DECEIVING ME! YOU’RE DECEIVERS!” and walking away.
My workmate thought this was hilarious, and wasted no time telling anyone in the office who would listen about our weird encounter.
Personally, this is one of the scarier things to have happened to me I think. The guy was clearly unstable. I don’t know what his deal was, but that’s what scared me. What lengths would he go to rid the world of these deceptive deceivers that deceived him so deceitfully? Is he unstable enough that he’d come back to take revenge?
This happened a few months ago, and nothing more came of it. So I suppose my fears were unfounded, but it did highlight to me that you really know nothing about the people you encounter on a daily basis. This guy looked like he’d just walked out of a meeting. Clean shaven, well kept, nice-ish suit. Just a regular guy.
I’d love to know what he thought we (who were not even aware of his existence before all this) could be saying about him.
Gotta love Wellington.



