Okay, THAT was creepy as hell. When I went to eat lunch at a Mexican place I visit pretty regularly, there was this other guy at the table next to mine who kept looking over at me and asking how good my meal was. I tried to make noncomittal "Mm"s with my mouth full. When I paid my check and went out to my van, he actually followed me out there and
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