Well, I've had a couple of interesting days at the crossing near my work. Two days ago I was reading my phone just before crossing, then started to cross, when a car flashes its lights at me and then pulls up in the centre of the road. To add to the fun, it is a one lane street in one direction, so this guy has blocked all traffic.
He then proceeds to get out of the car, come across to where I am, hands me his phone and asks me to turn on the GPS to direct him to a street nearby.
Being startled, I didn't proceed to ask him what on earth he was doing, or who he thought I was (was I wearing a shirt that said IT nerd?) but I found apple maps, turned it on and then he took the phone and left without a word, got back into his car he had left idling in the middle of the road, and took off. Strange man.
The day after, same crossing, same time, different result - instead of someone stopping, it was someone who didn't want to. I got to the crossing and started to walk across when I saw another car coming. Well, not a car - one of the pretend utes people buy that is all engine and extra moulded tray space and no actual wear and tear or rear view visibility.
So this guy sees me starting to cross, and we start the 'who is going to stop game' - he accelerates then brakes then accelerates again as I react by stopping, starting, then stopping. We do the dance for a bit more, I eventually dash across and then he takes off into the distance like the King's messenger. By his expression, if his car could have let a token of his appreciation in my way as a horse can, he would have done so.
I know, the small stuff isn't worth sweating, but it is unusual that twice in 2 days I've had strange encounters.
Today I parked somewhere else. No problems.
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