About meeting townies you don’t want to meet when being in town …

Do you know the feeling, running into townies you don’t want to meet ? Yes ? No ? Yes ? No ?


Anyway …

I do. Sometimes I run into townies I DON’T want to meet. Well, I don’t want to meet them in town. Perhaps in another place, but definitely not in town. At a graveyard or so … Or in jail, on the other side of the bars. But that’s different.

Picture this … You’re walking in town, the sun is shining, you’re happy, in the mood for having a beer on a nice terrace and suddenly there’s this townie you don’t want to meet. You catch a glimpse of that person, your brains are figuring out if it’s really him/her and send back the information … it is him/her. What do you do ? You duck behind a parked car, a billboard, the statue of Ambiorix, an old lady or a one legged beggar, playing “The boxer” on a 2 string guitar but no luck, the townie has noticed you already and is coming to have a chat. Oh noes, you don’t want this to happen, you panic, you run away through little allees but he/she is fast, smile on his/her face, happy to see you again. Your run and run, for hours and hours, hoping he/she will lose track, or give up the chase, or even die … But he/she is persistent and in good shape, not giving the impression of sudden dead.

There ! No way out ! You’re trapped ! You’re standing in this corner and there’s nowhere to run anymore. Then it begins … He/she starts telling stories about a fat friend who’s on a diet now, a family member whose house has collapsed, the weather, his/her job with a supervisor who’s a mutant … Plain torture …

You don’t want to hear …

I know the feeling. It happened before but it won’t happen again. Well, for me that is. After the last time it happened I swore it wouldn’t happen again.

Remember the architects who got me a London in my backyard ? Well, I hired them again to create an escape route underneath our little town. There’s now a full tunnel infrastructure with multiple access holes in every street. If I run into a townie I don’t want to meet, there’s an escape route at less than 10 meters. I have this remote control to quickly open one of the holes and disappear so the townie can’t start a boring conversation with me. And it’s much cooler in there on a hot summer day.

I only made one tiny mistake. I started to rent out this solution to other people (hey, it was kinda expensive so I needed some money back). And it turned out that there were townies I don’t want to meet when being in town who also were using the tunnel infrastructure. So in the end they even chased me throughout my brilliant idea.

So we’re building another tunnel complex now. But damn, it’s expensive, so if you want some place to hide, please contact me for a free quotation.