Rant but not a rant really as this has nothing to do with Fiverr. However, I’m a bit shook up, to be honest, and not in an Elvisy good way.
So I’m walking my dog on his evening walk around the promenade in front of my apartment building. I live in a very sleepy fishing village and there is rarely if anything to worry about aside from speeding boy racers flying up the main road. That was until tonight.
I’m at the furthest end of the promenade you see, and I hear a bottle drop somewhere. I then look behind me and see this stereotypical Russian neo-Nazi sat on a bench at midnight in front of all the sleeping apartments, swigging on a bottle of Vodka. The bottle I heard drop in the meantime, is rolling by his feet on the floor.
Now why I know this guy is Russian is because I have seen him about once or twice and heard him speaking. I’ve also noticed him give me the evil eye on a couple of occasions and thought to myself ‘what??’
Anyway, I’m not in the habit of agitating big Russians on benders. In this case, I whistled to my wee dog to backtrack the way we had come. And then the fun starts. You see out the corner of my eye, I saw this Russian get up quickly and start walking as if to cut me off at the next little turn back towards the main road. I didn’t panic too much though as I was well aware that I was probably just being paranoid.
The problem? I wasn’t being paranoid. For ten minutes I had to try and keep my cool and not look visibly agitated as this Russian played a silent game of cat and mouse with me, either by following me or cutting me and my dog off. Then the psycho started playing machine gun sounds on his phone in the process.
Anyway, finally, I got to the point where I could make a line for my apartment building. Ideally, I wouldn’t have done this as I don’t want this person to know where I live. However, I literally had no choice as nowhere is open this late and there was only a straight line to nowhere if I had just kept walking straight ahead. Taking my dog off the lead inside my building entrance, I then saw this Russian pretend simply to be playing with his phone directly across the street from my door.
Now, what on Earth gives people this kind of insane psycho attitude to begin with? Were they born by mothers with nitric acid for amniotic fluid? It’s really peed me off and got me so shook up that I have a bread knife and bottle of wine set up ready to grab if there is an unexpected knock at the door later.
The worst part of it all is the vibe this guy was putting off. He was like this big evil blot that nothing and no one could touch, just waiting for some kind of opportunity to go fisticuffs mental. - And that’s the thing. Until they do, there is nothing anybody can do to stop them.