Things That Disturb Me #76,831

So, there I was, walking out in the neighborhood with Graydon. This truck passes me, driven by an older gentleman - probably in his early sixties - who's just staring me down. Passes slowly. Then turns around and starts to pass me again. WTF!? He rolled his window down, and proceeded to ask if I used to work at the restaurant I worked at ten years ago.

My mind, she is boggled. As it turns out, he's the father of a friend from high school (one of the few I don't hate, although we dropped out of touch). Bizzaro!