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Drake the Outlaw
The other day, the family and I were at the pizza place we frequent. SWMBO noticed that a guy at a nearby table was intently watching our every move. For entertainment purposes (and with SWMBO's permission), I began doing gross things to bother the guy. It got better and better. First, I was playing with my food. Then I started messing with the condiments on our table. I opened the salt, pepper, and the ground parmesan and stuck my fingers inside the containers. I did all sorts of things. The guy was riveted to what I was doing. Probably some kind of psycho, I dunno.
Even our server Sue (who we've known for several years) noticed and discreetly commented. I told her that I would be leaving a big tip to cover the mess I was making. She said never mind - the whole restaurant crew was discreetly watching the guy and laughing at his antics. She said they had never seen anything like it, and were trying to capture all of it on the store's security camera, just for laughs.
I never thought the guy looked dangerous (I did think he was a bit off, based on his behavior), but in hindsight, I wonder if messing with him was the best approach. It probably doesn't matter anyway, since I doubt I'll ever run into him again.
Was there a better way to handle the situation? I feel slightly guilty for milking the situation for my enjoyment.
Even our server Sue (who we've known for several years) noticed and discreetly commented. I told her that I would be leaving a big tip to cover the mess I was making. She said never mind - the whole restaurant crew was discreetly watching the guy and laughing at his antics. She said they had never seen anything like it, and were trying to capture all of it on the store's security camera, just for laughs.
I never thought the guy looked dangerous (I did think he was a bit off, based on his behavior), but in hindsight, I wonder if messing with him was the best approach. It probably doesn't matter anyway, since I doubt I'll ever run into him again.
Was there a better way to handle the situation? I feel slightly guilty for milking the situation for my enjoyment.