A shit stalker
A mate of mine lost contact with me a while back, after we met at random at work. He'd given me a lift back from work before, so knew where I lived. So, he thought he'd wait outside my house on the random. It's the kind of thing he does, only when he wants to contact someone if he can't get their number. The man has a memory like a sieve though, it turned out he was waiting on completely the wrong street in the belief I would walk past. I dread to think about what the people on that street thought.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Fri 1 Feb 2008, 14:52, Reply)