Creepy fucker. It was one of those situations where you can *tell* the guy's had too much, and you're not sure whether he's going to pass out, or laugh, or take a swing at you. I was getting all ready to peg him in the head with my bag and take off down the street with Rebecca in tow, when he went on his way. *shudder*
Why in hell is it always me approached by the random scary/drunken strangers?
