“Do you know this place, XYZ”?
“What of ABC?”
“Have you heard of this organization, blah blah blah…..”
I said and moved away at the speed of lightning. Not that I never knew anything, I knew the places he asked perfectly well, other than me sucking at giving directions, (Trust me you don’t want to hear me give directions. I can’t point out streets or buildings well for a visitor, not unless if I take the visitor to the inquired location, which is impossible most of the time.) his choice of color made a chill run down my spine.
I made my feeble legs move at a pace they have never before, making vast strides like an athlete sprinting. Not looking back, in case he calls me again. I was lucky to catch a bus that was almost full and I left. On my way home, I thought about my encounter with that guy. Was he a psycho or something?
Never in my life have I seen a dude dressed in that manner. Bloody red from head to toe?
His inner garments were probably red too. Then him stopping me to ask for directions. Was he really looking for directions? I bet he had some ill motive. Funny enough, it wasn’t February. It was flipping March! You know of this hilarious personalities who rock all manner of red on the fifteenth day of the second month? (because apparently, red symbolizes passion and all. ) It would be a different story, if the mentioned guy above could have dressed that way in February. We could have listed him under such persons. But March? I keep on shaking my head every time any time I remember that day. I doubt if any one can get any crazier.
No, not horrible, that’s a scary sense of fashion, weird guy.