A couple of years ago I was at Smokes Poutinerie in London, ON. I was sitting by the front window when I saw this homeless man walk by wielding a pair of scissors. I got an overall bad feeling from this guy as he was agitated and talking to himself. I decided to try to finish my poutine and get out of there as quickly as possible. I was trying to tell my mate about it when the scissor wielding homeless man walks in and stands about a meter from us just staring and mumbling. I nod at the homeless dude trying to defuse the tension, while my mate is completely oblivious. The homeless man then walks up to the cashier and starts mumbling away, I watch as the cashier tells the homeless guy to get out of the store immediately. I tell my mate we gotta go and he gives me the “Dude, chill out. We’re enjoying our meal. We’ll leave when we are done.” I’m now super anxious and trying to get my buddy to hurry up and finish his poutine. Homeless guy then walks and stands a meter from us again just staring and mumbling away. I try to motion to my buddy and he just gives me an odd look and tells me to chill out. My buddy finishes his poutine and tells me he wants to thank the cashier/cook. He gets up to and leaves me with crazy staring homeless dude. When he comes back, homeless guy is fiddling with the scissors and mumbling away. We then proceed to leave and homeless dude follows behind us. We get to cross walk and I get this quick flash to get the fuck out of the way. I move just in time to see homeless guy thrust the scissors near I was standing. If I hadn’t moved, I would have got scissors in my side. My buddy and I flip out on the homeless guy and he books it across the street and hides behind a electrical box. I call the cops and watch as the homeless guy starts repeatedly stabbing the electrical box. Needless to say, I have never been back to downtown London again & my buddy has learned to listen to me when I say we gotta go. That’s just one of my many “we need to get out of here immediately” stories. Haha.