I took a quick flight to London this morning because I felt the need to acquire something British. I happened to meet Lord Ellpus on the street and we exchanged pleasantries and continued on our respective ways.
As I was rounding the corner I happened to glance back and noticed he was following me. Or it appeared that he was.
This happened about a half dozen times. Each time I looked back he would be there.
He would freeze and go into some nonchalant pose, never making eye contact, always trying to appear innocent...
Do you suppose he has designs on me? I thought I made it quite clear to the Lord that I was straight.
I was flattered by all the attention, mind you, but still found the entire incident a bit unnerving.