coffee antics

coffee down at the shops can get quite interesting.

not long ago i saw anthony watmough which kind of freaked out about inside but on the outside i just said 'cool'.

and today there was this couple sitting next to us who actually blatantly stared at me throughout half of our coffee. no joke. (it wouldnt be a funny one if it was..) but i actually locked eyes with the woman mulitple times and she like stared for a few more seconds then looked away, unashamed. it was so bizarre and they were hardly talking, just both looking at me, at separate times. but it was actually starting to scare me because i thought they were studying me because they were plotting my assassination. no wait im not famous enough for that. just plain murder. but yeah they werent being sus at all, just as if i had the word STARE written on my face. anyway. they ended up leaving at the same time as us, which also freaked me out, so i kind of nonchalantly hovered on the spot tapping all the newspapers into one pile. i saw them both walk out and start to walk in one direction, then both stop and start walking in the other direction. as if they were trying to waste time. by this point i was mentally shitting my panties. but they ended up walking off and i got to the car safe and sound, no point-and-shoot tactics, no hostage taken, no fire alarm set off.
safely tucked away in the backseat, i started telling my parents of this fanciful thought process of mine, and my mum said that the couple were acting a bit funny, like they were in an argument with each other and barely spoke. and they looked at me so many times! anyway im still alive and breathing so i think ill be fine. it doesnt sound that scary but it actually fucking was. like i actually thought it was one of my teachers or something and they kept looking at me expecting me to recognise them or something. but the look was a bit more suspicious, a bit more angry, a bit more evil. anyway, it doesnt sound that bad but believe me, for the length of my coffee this morning i was thinking about all of the possible reasons they could have had for looking at me for so long and obviously. i thought maybe they were model scouts arguing over whether i could be their next big look, or maybe they were hitmen who were arguing over whether i was the right target. maybe they were famous people who got mad over the fact i didnt recognise them.
whatever the reason, i have decided i do not enjoy being stared at. its just plain creepy.

p.s. if i get killed, the woman had multiple chins and stringy blonde hair, the man was well-built and had facial hair.