Valentine's Day

So, first of all, happy Valentine's day to everybody.

I really was saving this story for tomorrow. But it probably needs to be told now.

So I was out with Chelsea earlier tonight. We went to one of the fancy local places, had a great meal, and a wonderful time. And really, that was the extent to the story that I wanted to tell...

I think I saw a familiar face while walking back to the car after the meal. We were walking a bit slowly, and it didn't really surprise me that people were walking around us, trying to get ahead. We had gotten to where we had parked, and I had opened the door for Chelsea, when something banged against the back of my leg. I literally jumped, and when I turned around, I saw a man with shades, a large-brimmed hat, and a thick trenchcoat, almost leaning on a black umbrella. He gave a gruff apology, and walked away, umbrella tapping the ground inbetween his steps like a cane.

I didn't really think of it all that much until I walked around and got in the car. Once there, I wondered if I had seen the man somewhere before. I drove out of the parking spot and tried to get a second look at the man. The hat obscured his face a little, and the attire was a bit different from what I was used to, but I think that may have been one of my doctors.

So my doctors might be following me. I guess I should keep an eye out for them now...

Especially since they ruined my mood on fucking Valentine's Day, of all days.