( I am absolutely certain the guy sitting in the chair next to me is an axe murd

( I am absolutely certain the guy sitting in the chair next to me is an axe murderer. He gives the serious creeps. If you notice that some someone gives you the creeps, then they generally give you the creeps for good reason. Now some people give you the creeps because you don’t understand them. Some people give you the creeps because they are merely incompetent. Some people give you the creeps because they can create discomfort, and some people give you the creeps because they are dangerous. And some people give you the creeps because they are serial killers. (I mean he’s Russian, so he comes by both ‘creepy’ and ‘dangerous’ honestly, I’m sure. 😉 ) But … this guy is somewhere near the end of that hierarchy of creepiness where he is charming enough to barely fit into society and creepy enough to eat your liver with fava beans, and sing chick pop while putting your body parts in plastic bags. The staff treats him cautiously and at arms length and they suggested I move to another table to be ‘more comfortable’. In exchange he offered me a cigar – for breakfast. lol. )