I'm still not entirely sure what happened Tuesday evening. All I know for sure is that I started off being rather stupid. Rather than get the train back to the hotel before supper, I ate straight after work with the idea of taking the train back to where I was staying a bit later. As I walked back to the station in the dark, I decided to take a short cut through the underpass rather than the long way round above ground. It was about 7pm. Stupid, as I said, but it's a relatively safe seeming town.
As I entered the underpass, I heard a man behind me say, "Hello." There wasn't anyone else around. It wasn't a voice I knew and I hadn't heard him come up behind me. Fortunately for him, I completely forgot all my Krav Maga. I have however had a lot of experience in the past of talking myself out of potentially violent situations and that kicked in. I introduced myself. I asked his name, how he was doing. I established a link. We got the station and I got on a train that pulled out before he got to it.
He told me during the chat that he'd seen me going into the underpass, was worried for my safety and decided to escort me. I have absolutely no idea if that's true or not but in the end I came to no harm except getting a really severe fright. But what the hell was he thinking?
When I got home I found that someone had switched off both the heating and hot water. I presume the cat sitter was trying to be helpful. I had a cold shower this morning on the coldest morning of the year so far.
Stop trying to be helpful, people. Please.
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