One time, he caught me singing to a hairbrush. So I ran to the bathroom.
I had trouble staying focused when I knew he'd be a few feet away. His orange cap is a dead give-away. Having bionic radar and eyesight and super peripheral visions not to mention amazing stalking skills, I'd know when he was in a ten-mile radius (of course I exaggerate). At the slightest detection of his presence, I'd have rundown ten possible scenarios of how I would strike a conversation with him. My friends think I'm being stupid. And looking back, I know they were right.
None of the scenarios in my head worked. Funny, things always turned out better than I had imagined.
So there.
Mr. D. 'Twas nice knowing you. Congratulations on your engagement!
