Anyway, went out for dinner and drinks with my old room-mates the other day to catch up and pick up right where we left off (i love that!). I then had to make my way back on the bus and find my on my own in the dark back to my friend's house where I am staying. I have only done this once in the daytime almost a year ago. It was black out, and there are few streetlights on side streets in Victoria, and the bus let me off at a different stop than I had used the last time. Even so, I was pretty confident I could find my way to my friend's house.
And then a rather sketchy looking guy also got off the bus and headed in the same direction. And then just as I was about to cross the street, I caught a glimpse of the unexpected out of the corner of my eye.
A young man wearing a box.
just a box, (and shoes) in the manner of old-timey cartoons of guys wearing a barrel.
He walked behind me drunkenly talking on his cell almost all the way back to my friend's house. He turned off one street earlier than me.
discussing it later my friend's husband suggested he was going to a "recession party". this makes his choice of outfit less odd, but somehow less fun too.
really, i am just glad neither guy decided to accost me, because I couldn't decide which was the lesser of two evils.