Nat came back today. Went picked her up from the airport awhile ago. I love the airport road. it's so wide, quiet and green. So I pick her up from the airport and we are walking back to the car with the trolley when I hear footsteps behind us. The faster I walk the faster the foot steps become. Someone was following us, and I knew who it was. Suddenly more footsteps from the right. Fuckers, they are gonna gang up on me. So I stop, turn around, and there they were, 2 baggage handlers. I yell out "I hope you guys aren't fucking following me!". They pause, then turn around and walk away looking for the next victim. Ok, I feel sorry for the guys because they make little money and all, but come on, they are too persistent. Two days ago me and my brother are walking back to the car with 1 bag and the guy wants to come and help us. I mean we are two big fucking guys with 1 tiny bag, I think we can manage it by ourselves. So today I was expecting the attack and was able to act and have them pull back before they got any closer. They remind me of the zombies in the movie "28 Days Later". Freaky people.