A spooky Tale

There are things in life that are beyone one's controle. Perhaps they are destiny, perhaps we simply lack the courage to confront them.
People who have had the terriying experience of being attacked, often admit that they sensed something was wrong. Should they have / could they have,  gotten out of the way?

Yesterday, I had a weird experience while doing my little stint at chemo.
There I sat, lolling in a chair, when I saw a large-ish, older-ish man come towards me. Now, chemo means that you are in a deep recliner, and a lot of parephenalia is hooked up physically to your body.  Wires, test-tubes, big machines. Strange premonitions took over my inner psyche. All around me, other patients and nurses were carrying on as normal. I was frozen. Unable to respond to the inappropriateness of my thoughts.
And then, sure enough, this chap pulls up a stool and sits not 2 feet away from my face. Looks straight at me. I was clearly his target.
In a voice like normal, he asked " what are you wearing on your head?". I was shocked. Remember, I am in a room devoted to chemotherapy. Everyone who gets there knows that. And why ask me?
Unable to protest or evade, I answered, like a lamb to the slaughter: "a scarf". Talk about stating the obvious!!
His immediate response was "why?". Even crazier......
Even crazier was that like an even smaller, weaker lamb, I replied "because I have no hair".

At that point, a woman sitting diagnally opposite me startied frienziedly jumping at the gentleman "here, here....". And slowly, he turned around saw her, got up and went over to his wife.

What really frightens me is the idea that she had sent this chap off for a little drive while she napped in the chem chair. Was he blind or was he demented? I will never know.