I spent all morning looking for a job, and got pretty bored, until I found half a joint that was left over from the weekend. I thought to myself 'I'll smoke that and then nip to Sainsbo's for some food'. I did smoke it, and went to the Sainsburys local to get some lunch. I was listening to something on my MP3 player though, and I decided that I'd take a long way home, to give it time to play though (FAO c_r, I walked down to the library, then hooked a right walked up to parsonage, and then back around). As I was nearing the library though I became aware of an odd fellow walking in front of me.
He was dressed from head to toe in full WWII German paratrooper garb. He even had on boots, but to me they looked rubber. Anyway, he had a belt on with a canteen in it, and those pouches like a batbelt. There was also a gun sticking out of it (probably a toy). Now this all isn't THAT weird around where I live, but he also looked batshit crazy, and shifty as fuck. To my weed addled mind this guy was a sure fire killer. I was completely convinced that he was going to go on a shooting spree, and actually freaked out. I legged it down a side road at high speed, and nearly knocked over an old lady en route. I didn't stop running till I was nearly home, and was completely convinced that everyone was going to die.
No-one did, I was being silly. Cheers for reading. Even I think that this is a bit 'tldr'