A roastie offended me. Then I offended her.

I am merely walking around my apartment complex late at night, smoking a cigarette and in la-la land in my mind, thinking my thoughts, ruminating on various things. Then I reach on the sidewalk a roastie (she had just entered it from the parking lot) who, a few steps ahead of me, keeps glancing back at me nervously. I was not thinking about her (though I did notice she was in my "erotic view" so to speak.) In any case, the fear she evinced about me offended me greatly. It wounded me. It hurt me. Now I'm ruminating about this insult as I continue to walk behind her...as I increasingly take pleasure in causing the very discomfort of hers which offended me so greatly. I realize that I must soon get off the sidewalk and head towards my entrance. Before I do, I pretend to run real REALLY FAST right behind the roastie and then make a sharp left turn near her. Her frightened and alarmed surprise -- and my belly laughter as I walked away from her -- have made my week. Perhaps my month. Perhaps the year in sheer "wininng-ness."

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To be clear, I didn't physically alarm her like I made it sound-- as I knew she was apprehensive about me behind right behind her, all I had to do was make the sound of someone speeding up. I remained in place and shuffled my feet to make the sound of someone sprinting suddenly. It was so slight and it scared her. I hope my belly laugh made her feel insulted like I was by her fear.