February 1, 2010

I went to see Young Victoria last month with two friends. If you’re like me and get weak knees for men in britches or appreciate women who had to struggle against those exact men, then you’d probably love the movie. Anyway, it was past 9:00 PM when the movie ended. I split up from my friends and went on my own towards the bus stop. It was a dark and rainy evening not a soul on the streets, only the occasional car. As I was walking I suddenly heard the sound of running behind me. If I were an airport in the States, I’d have been announcing over the PA "code red – severe risk of ‘man running behind me’ attack". I freaked out. Got out my keys and imagined ways I could take his eyes out. I was thankful for my umbrella and years of fencing. Thank God I also wore pants for it would be harder to undress me and easier for me to run. I sped up, looking back at my pursuer occasionally. He kept on running behind me and catching up. I walked faster and then I stopped. In my panic I had walked past my bus stop and my bus was now going past me with my innocent (former evil) pursuer on it. I swore, kicked myself and walked my ass home.

Homeland Security Advisory System - Code Red: severe risk of terrorist attacks