it was bound to happen...after all, one cannot please everyone no matter their lot in life.
i had an encounter last week, where this extremely intoxicated person kept wanting to be in my face...watching and talking and offering assistance where none was clearly needed, save for his getting out of my way so as to allow me to work.
ever [olite, i continued my work as i politely declined his offers. he then said he had something for me as he dug through his backpack...a rather large, open bag of shelled walnuts as it happened. i dob't even like walnuts, though my refusal of them was also based on my needing to finish what i was doing as well as just not being hungry. i declined his offer and cheerfully carried on....wrong decision apparently as his demeanour changed quite dramatically...how does one deal with sketchy characters anyway...?
as i continued down the platform, he was stuffing walnuts down his throat with increasingly agitated motions and body language...at some point he began shouting all kinds of slurred phrases and threats...all echo and reverberation down the platform...looking at him standing there as i moved onward, this feeling of dread seeped inside...he appeared to be almost creature like....waving and bobbing from the liquor...shouting and gesturing...almost as though he was priming himself to come after me but was unsure of his ability to...saved by the liquor....
not acknowledging him as i continued to move further away...well, i did try to make some 'chatty' replies to him, hoping to assuage him somewhat, i moved down then off the platform and towards the parking lot. i didn't realise that this exchange had been observed till later, when the guy who resets the ticket machines came by. we both noted how this guy who was agitated was not merely liquored up-there was something mentally unbalanced..schizophrenic perhaps...but definitely volatile...unpredictable...and i was now someone he was definitely most unhappy with. we assumed he would simply move on in his state(s) and would have forgotten of my existence after the liquor'd worn off.
apparent;y we thought wrong, as my ticket macine buddy has since told me that there were a couple of sightings/encounters with him, and that there was some indication of his mentioning having encountered 'me'...and wondering where he might see me... as 'pals', perhaps? or, since his last memories of me would have been during his agitated state, perhaps i would be deemed an adversary to him....
i expect these questions will, at some point, be answered...no doubt.
