My brother and I went to the Ann Arbor film festival a few years back. We ate dinner at a local Indian restaurant first, and there were a couple of guys at the next table over who looked like old professors, distinguished and well groomed. After our curries and Taj Mahals, we went for ice cream and ran into the same "professors". They looked oddly at us, as if they recognized us. I joked with Brian that they seemed to be following us.
At the film festival afterwards, we sat in the theater only to see them again. Apparently they had the same outline for their evening plans that we did.
Between flicks we decided to go the the restroom. It was empty, but just as I entered I saw one of the two professors coming down the hall towards the restroom. Brian and I thought it was hilarious and started laughing about what he might think when he saw us again.
I must have misjudged his distance down the hall because as he entered the restroom I, with my back to him, was saying to Brian:
"Shhh...here he comes!!!"
He looked at us with terror in his eyes and backed out of the restroom slowly but immediately. We never saw him again.
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