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Stalkies
horror story
I was in Abbott, just killing time because my client hadn't showed yet. Decided to grab a cup of tea in the cafeteria. I never get bored, there's always more stories to cook up in my head, some scrap of tissue to doodle on, and luckily on that day I had my sketchpad with me so I was good to go. Grabbed a booth near the wall because I wasn't in the mood to be harrassed. I settled down with my cup of strong tea and my pens...
Scribble, scribble, scribble...
And then I felt something brush against my leg. Because I have an overactive imagination, I try to downplay such strange happenings because they've caused too many embarrassing situations. So I ignored it.
But then I felt it again, something long and rubbery brushed against my thigh... I thought it might have been just just a strap from my binder.
Then something scratched my thigh.
Something was inside my pants...
I jumped up, shrieked, stomped my foot, trying to get the creature out of my pant leg! After a while I lost my breath and thought it must have been gone. I looked sheepishly at the rest of the cafeteria people, who were looking at me bemused.
"Ummm.. I think a cockroach crawled up my leg."
And then this guy goes, "Miss, daga ata yun..." (Miss, I think that was a mouse.")
Eeeek. To say the least.
This happened exactly six months after I had been kissed on the cheek by a cockroach (on my birthday). Add to those images the traumatic faces of the guys who thought me a prospect (double-yuck), I can't help but think that I must be a creepy crawly magnet.
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