Must Be My Angelic Face

Frequent any coffee shop and before long you recognise the regulars.

Unfortunately in my case one such regular is a French woman I had the misfortune to meet.

During a photography lesson she walked up and started asking a series of questions, which were normal at first but quickly veered off course into strange tangents and non-sequiturs. My student tolerated her for a couple of minutes before becoming annoyed and asking her to leave (I was about to ask but he beat me to it). She did, but not before informing us that she was an actress, an F.B.I. agent, and if I'm not mistaken, the queen of some place I've never heard of.

She also swore at us before stomping off in a huff, then popped back into the shop a few minutes later to surf the web. I felt rather sorry for her and wondered why she was wandering about Hong Kong in such a delusional state. The phrase 'off her meds' jumped to mind, but in no way was mean-spirited. I truly felt she was in need of professional help.

And who should walk into the same coffee shop during another lesson a few days later? She was even dressed in the same clothes. She sat at a nearby table with a magazine but was behaving a bit squirrelly so I avoided eye-contact; the last thing I wanted was a repeat performance.

This isn't the first time this sort of thing has happened; over the years I've encountered several folks who were either disturbed or hammered. Or both.

What is it about me that draws the attention of people like her?

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