encounter with a crazy person

Between my doctor’s appointment and my trip up to Harlem, I stop for an unhealthy breakfast at a little place in midtown called Pie Face. 

I sit down with my just-made chocolate croissant and coffee and I see a woman staring at me.  She’s an attractive woman.  Tall, thin and well-dressed.  I’d say mid-30’s.  She’s wearing an NBC baseball cap, her blond hair peeking out.

Suddenly she’s standing in front of me.  “Hey,” she begins.  “I’ve seen you following me.  JUST STOP IT!” she sternly and fairly loudly admonishes.  I am speechless, but manage to get out, “I’ve never seen you before.”  She responds with a total non sequitur.  “And stop saying things about my hair.”  Then she turns and walks off.

I finish my coffee and leave.