Thank you, kind stranger

I thought my awkward moment of the day was blog-worthy.

So, I was studying at Starbucks like I normally do when this couple came in.  I was sitting at a bigger table and there was only a tiny table for one person left, so being the good person I am, I offered them my table and moved my stuff to the smaller table.  Doing so I walked past this old man who was just sitting there, but I didn't think anything of it.  About thirty minutes later, the old man got up to leave but he swung by my table to leave me a note.  I automatically assumed that it was a "keep up the good work!" kind of note, but surely I was wrong. Here's the actual note.

After receiving that note I was extremely paranoid and creeped out so I went home to find that yes, I actually did somehow manage to rip my pants. My favorite pants. That I've only had for a little over a month.  Typical Kath moment right there.