So, there I was, walking home just minding my own business, in the rain.
And this guy comes walking straight up to me, grabs my hand, shakes it vigorously, holds me in a some-what unrequited embrace, and then slobbers a great big kiss on my cheek, whilst repeating a formation of words that seemed to be of importance, yet were uncomprehesible.
This is the second time this has happened to me.
On the same road.
With the same man.
Bit weird, right?
Any other Strange Sunday Situations?...