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My friend reminded me of an incident which happened while we were having dinner at the Chinese restaurant on Bellefonte Ave. in the Shadyside section of Pittsburgh: Szechuan Gourmet??? My friend was facing the back of the restaurant, and I the front, where the waiting area was clearly visible. Throughout the dinner I talked, ate and looked around. Nothing seemed strange, even the fact that every time I glanced for a moment in the waiting area there was an old man waiting there. I didn't think anything of it until I realized that every time I glanced up he was there, facing the register so tht I saw him from his right side. What really bothered me was when I realized the image didn't last for more than a few seconds. I told my friend to quickly look toward the waiting area to see if she saw him; she didn't. After she looked I didn't see him again either. This is what he looked like: a man in his...60s, I suppose, very balding(crown) with short white remaining hair polyester, plaid pants(pastel-green, blue and pinkish) alligator shirt-white shoes-white, typical, old-man, white, slip-ons from the 70s His stomach was rather large, but he was not overall an overweight person His hands were clasped behind his back(just like the guy in the nazi dream I posted -- hey, maybe he's a nazi who likes Chinese food) I can't remember whether or not he wore glasses. If there are any readers from the Pittsburgh area, or if you will be visiting(the road to hell leads through Pittsbrgh), visit this restaurant, and try to see if you can see him. Of course it will look very strange if the restaurant is crowded with people staring at the waiting area... Kathi Iannamico * * * Kathi Iannamico writes: >> If there are any readers from the Pittsburgh area, or if you >> will be visiting(the road to hell leads through Pittsbrgh), >> visit this restaurant, and try to see if you can see him. Of >> course it will look very strange if the restaurant is crowded >> with people staring at the waiting area... I've eaten there once, too. Sorry, I didn't see the guy in the waiting room, but something WAS awkward. Like the spelling of that word... But anyway, for those (and that'd be most everyone of you) not familiar with the place, there are mirrors on all the walls. It's a really small place, so the mirrors are quite effective in opening the space up to feel larger. But mirrors... They're excellent at reflecting things you otherwise wouldn't notice. The front (non-smoking) room was full, so we sat in the back room (smoking)(no one was in there but us, the occasional waiter, and something else). I couldn't see it, but it was there in my peripheral vision -- constantly, because the mirrors reflect everything. I was trying to eat dinner, not to ghost hunt, so I just ignored it... But now that you mention it, there is something there. Maybe I need to go out for Chinese again.