I walk one block from my apartment to the dry cleaners. As I’m coming out of the dry cleaners I walk into a regular from the bar. He exclaims,
“What are you doing here?!”
“I live here. What are you doing here?”
“Stalking you. … I probably shouldn’t say that.”
Stalking could be a wonderful hobby for the lonely and perverted
Thank you for providing good tips.
Keep up the good work.