A young woman approached me in town today and said, "Excuse me," and as I prepared to deflect some unwanted marketing approach and walk quickly on she simply added, "don't you think it would be best if everybody just fucked off?"
I appraised her. She did not seem in distress. She was well-dressed and clean.
"Well the place is rather busy today," I said with a hesitant smile.
"No," she replied, "I mean everyone, everywhere. Would the world not be a much better place without us all?"
"Oh," I said, but not really sure what else, if anything, to say, so I added, "You might have a point."
"Sorry," she said, "I don't really know what came over me there."
And before I could say anything else, she was gone, walking away quickly with her brown pony-tailed hair swishing from side to side.
Perth is quite a small town with a small town centre. I may well notice her again. If I do I wonder if I should ask her if she is ok? Maybe she would just tell me to fuck off.
Pretty much every time I go into town I pass by several ex-students from my many years of lecturing, some that I struggle to recall, and we often exchange brief words in passing. Some say something like "Hello Andrew," or "Hi there," while I attempt to remember who the heck they are, but I am fairly sure she was not one of those.
It was strange. But I quite like strange. Just so long as it is not strangeness due to serious problems.