I honestly still did not think it was directed at me. But then he swung out in front of me and came up close. I think the kids would say "he got in my face." Pure anger and aggression.
"IS THERE A PROBLEM?!"
"IS. THERE. A. PROBLEM?"
And these are the following things, in order, that rapidly ran through my brain. I'm not kidding.
"Yes. The Middle East is still a mess. What's up with that?"
"Yes. Shuffle keeps playing Abba songs. It might think I'm gay."
"Man, don't get me started. I have intimacy issues, for a start."
"I don't know, but with team work I am sure we can get through it."
"Look. I have no idea who you are. I have never met you. I don't give a rat's ass about you. If there is a problem, it's you. But if you wanna talk it out, I have a few minutes to spare."
I went with, "No! No problem!" and tried to look scared, flustered and intimidated (all of which I was). He nodded hard. "Then keep walking!" (which was what I had been doing.) And he went the opposite direction.
Improv has definitely made my brain quicker. It may get my ass kicked some day.
Blocks later, I kept looking back over my shoulder. Not because I was scared he was going to come at me again. I just suddenly became very curious about what the potential problem had been. I still want to know.
Later last night, I rammed my foot the metal leg of a bed. It hurt extremely bad and I started to yell "God damn it!" Even in my pain, I began to play with my voice and developed it into a new character. My toes looked fine, but this morning in the shower I discovered that I had cut myself between the smallest toes. Blood had congealed into a black-brown mess.