When I lived in the city, there was a film festival that was held at night in the Art Museum, and my wife didn't want to go, so I had to go it alone, and some very strange, even scary things occurred that night on my way to the museum.
As I was driving down one of the main thoroughfares, I coincidentally changed lanes several times as a car a few lengths ahead of me changed lanes. (I hope that guy doesn't think I'm following him) He turned left on N Kingshighway Blvd & Natural Bridge, and so did I (that was the way to the Art Museum). We drove a long way down Kingshighway before he made a right turn off Kingshighway and I kept going straight.
After this I breathed a sigh of relief; don't need some paranoid dope dealer to think that I'm following him, those guys shoot first and ask questions later.
I drove for a mile or two before I reached the turnoff into Forest Park, inky black dark at night Forest Park. Boy am I glad I'm not still coincidentally following that same car into this deserted park at night. The next thing I know, this same car appeared a few car lengths ahead of me in this dark deserted park; that's when my pulse began to race and I could hear my heart beat. Fortunately, he sped up and disappeared out of the park, we were both thinking the same thing; he thought I was following him, and I thought that he thought I was following him when I was just trying to reach the Museum which was in the park.
