I spent pretty much every night this week glued to my tv watching the Olympics (because you know, I'm a true American) which meant my only human interactions were work and the gym. And it wouldn't be a trip without some weirdness. And mine was all gym related.
Then the next day the same guy is trolling me at the gym. And by trolling, I mean walking back and forth in front of the gym door looking at me every 3-5 minutes. And trying to not be uppity, I considered whether he was checking out what equipment was free, what was taken, if it was too crowded, if it was too empty, but it was a nice balance of empty without being just me in there, so overall just a little odd. But then he did it again the next day and it ratcheted up the weirdness scale from a little bit odd to full on odd. And then the clincher - that next night at the bar I see him and his friends and one of them comes up to me "Oh hey, I heard you're that girl that let such and such know the treadmill was broken." Well yes, I was and now I think this whole thing is very odd. I have become the legendary treadmill whisperer and feature of guy's night out stories. And that falls off the weirdness/oddity scale into the land of sadness.
Little did I know I would have appreciated the company of the subtle creeper when I encountered the total creeper later that week.