I was walking around in a small Sainsbury's recently when I clocked a very obvious junkie standing all suspicious in a corner with a punnet of strawberries in one hand and one of those little £5 phones in the other. It was blatantly obvious he was trying to nick stuff so I walked over to a store attendant who walked in the opposite direction. This of course engaged my MI:5 mode and I made it my mission to get hold of the store man to make him aware of the blatant injustice that was occurring in his store. The junkie had in the midst of this clocked what I was doing and was focussed on me. I managed to grab him, he addressed the junkie who ran away yelling that I was a grass.
I did my shopping, went to my car, and this guy was hiding around the corner waiting for me. He'd removed his beanie so as to make it less obvious it was him in what I can only assume was a clever attempt to hide his identity and blend in with all the other junky-looking folk in Streatham. He started walking towards me, I got in my car and he carried on, and as he was about to grab my door handle I pulled off. I then got stuck behind a woman at the junction I was trying to pull out of (which means it's a long term commitment, women can't drive for poopoo), giving him time to chase me. Again he almost got my door handle as I pulled off. It was so surreal, not a word was spoken, not a sound was made, he was just trying it on. We've had a fair few stabbings lately so I wasn't going to hang around to find out what his intentions were but suffice to say he was unlikely to offer me a strawberry.
Weird.