I didn’t know what to do, it was too late – and probably asking for trouble – if I turned and retreated so I had to bite the bullet and carry on walking towards him.
I didn’t rush myself and all the while I tried to avoid looking nervous, instead, I found myself mimicking his drunken stagger by also appearing uneasy on my feet and not walking in a straight line so he might have thought I too was returning from a night out.
As we passed I could feel him quite unashamedly staring over at me, looking at me up and down but I didn’t acknowledge him.
I knew – from the lack of footsteps- that the drunk chap had stopped and was watching me as I walked away from him; then it happened……