I'm walking home one night.
Guy comes the other way. Regular looking young fellow, early twenties at a guess, relatively well dressed, not really anything remarkable about him. Never seen him before or since.
He approaches me with the manner of someone who going ask you something. I expected him to ask direction to somewhere, as ya do.
Instead he says, "Do you have a forty five behind you?" (Word for word, I remember the whole conversation crystal clear.)
Me: (glance behind me) "A what?"
Him: "Y'know, a forty five calibre."
Me: "What, you mean like a gun?"
Then he throws a punch at me, straight out of the blue. I jerk my head back out of the way, so he just sort of clips my chin. He might have been aiming to miss, I'm not sure.
Then he says, "Fuck off!" and keeps walking, leaving me standing there utterly nonplussed.
Still got no idea what his deal was.
Guy comes the other way. Regular looking young fellow, early twenties at a guess, relatively well dressed, not really anything remarkable about him. Never seen him before or since.
He approaches me with the manner of someone who going ask you something. I expected him to ask direction to somewhere, as ya do.
Instead he says, "Do you have a forty five behind you?" (Word for word, I remember the whole conversation crystal clear.)
Me: (glance behind me) "A what?"
Him: "Y'know, a forty five calibre."
Me: "What, you mean like a gun?"
Then he throws a punch at me, straight out of the blue. I jerk my head back out of the way, so he just sort of clips my chin. He might have been aiming to miss, I'm not sure.
Then he says, "Fuck off!" and keeps walking, leaving me standing there utterly nonplussed.
Still got no idea what his deal was.