I hate bumping in to people I don’t want to see; it’s on par in fear terms with the thought of Cosmetic eyelid surgery … Yeah, It really puts a downer on my day and I’m sure you get that. You know how it is, you’re walking down the road minding your own business (or more specifically the path / side-walk, as you have no right to be minding your own business if you’re daft enough to walk down the actual road) and then you hear someone cry out “Hey!” and you stop in your tracks. Oh no, not again, it’s him / her, you think. How come they keep catching me?! It’s almost as if they appear out of nowhere–
Now, until an hour ago I had no idea how they did it. I just assumed that they did it by tracking me somehow, the way that someone in the wild tracks an animal that’s trying to remain evasive. But apparently they don’t do that (usually, but if the person following you looks strange then they very well could be). Nope. They recognize you by your ‘gate’, according to my sources. In other words, they recognize you by the way you walk–
And it makes sense. These people clearly have too much time on their hands, so it’s no wonder they have honed their ability to recognize your walk from 3000 metres–
Which brings us to the conclusion of this stunning tale: I am changing the way I walk. Yes, I am altering my ‘gate’. Now let’s see them get at me! They don’t stand a chance!
