This is a story about one of the regulars on the caravan sites I am a regular at, who I have known of for eight years or so, but have spoken to precisely two times.
My dog was put to sleep three weeks ago.
Last weekend I was sitting by the window, with the dog’s ashes, generally processing what had happened and getting quietly pissed on sherry.
When
This bloke pops up by the window “Sorry about your dog” he says “Would you like to go out for dinner?”
“No thanks” says I.
“Oh” says he “Well, hotels are really expensive, so I bought you a ring” and he thrusts this open ring box, with a ring in it, through the window.
I was bloody well horrified. I don’t even know this bloke. Anyhoo I said I couldn’t possibly accept it. He wouldn’t take it back, eventually I got rid of him. Was pretty drunk by this time, so had a little sleep. I gave it back the following morning, he complained a bit but I was on my bike on my way to work and I just rode off.
WIERD OR WHAT !!!!!!
Have been feeling slightly creeped-out since then and have been locking the door.