Stalker?
So over the weekend I needed to get to a computer to send off an email counter offer for a faculty position I've been offered. I'm not going to say anything more until the papers are signed, but it looks like I've got a sweet job lined up with a damn nice amount of money to go with it, yay me! Anyway, since the guy I usually pirate my wifi connection off of seems to have disappeared I had to find an alternate means of sending the email, so off I trudged to the coffee shop. Sure it was freezing cold out but a nice hot chocolate and free wifi do the body good.
Anyway after I dealt with all that I packed things up and started to walk home. Now being as tall as I am I tend to walk very fast. Generally the only people to pass me on the street are almost running, so I almost instantly notice when someone is catching up to me or walking the same pace. Now this happened when I was a couple of blocks from my place, which was no big deal, it didn't sound like the guy was going to pass me but I was going to turn the corner anyway so I don't care.
But wait a minute, I can still hear the plastic bag he's carrying rustling, I guess he's going the same way, well that's not unheard of.
Then I saw a reflected flash off a tree next to me, like someone took a picture behind me, but why would someone do that?

Wait a minute, this person's still behind me and was that another flash? So looking over my shoulder I see a guy who might be taller than me a few feet behind me and looking at the houses next to us.
Alright this is getting fishy, maybe he's checking the houses out but I'm going to make sure. I need to be on the other side of the street so I may as well cross now.
Sure enough the fucker snaps one last picture of me then turns and takes off back up the street.
So I was left on the other side of the street wondering why some guy was taking pictures of me from behind? I mean sure my ass is one of my top 5 best features but still, that's just weird.
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