Creeping in Old Town.

I live in a pretty cool town. It's a happening place. Yesterday I spent some time out taking pictures in Old Town (you know, time alone at the end of the day, get some fresh air and just relax with the camera)and there I am, minding my own business (really, I was purposely avoiding eye contact with others because I was so desperate for ME time) when I hear someone say, "Uh, excuse me." I'm thinking, 'Great, someone is going to make me stop taking pictures (or something equally apt to ruin my fun).' Worse. There he stood in his nasty tee shirt, smoking up a storm, "Is your name Tiffany?" Uh, no I will not go out with you! That definitely made my day. The best part is, I remember walking past him a few minutes ago which means he was following me for more than a shuffle step. Creep.

Also, this novel of a story nonsense won't happen all the time. I just had to share that with you all.