THE FAT KRAUT

Walking through the bazaar and coffee shop laden back streets of Las Gallates, I was suddenly aware of someone walking in the same direction but on the opposite side of the narrow street.
He looked like a Brit or maybe a German. He was approximately 6 feet tall and about 50 years of age. Although he had broad shoulders his large stomach was noticeably out of proportion. I wondered sarcastically if he was pregnant. He had a funny walk which was probably due to his poor posture, but the most striking thing about him was the size of his head in proportion to his body. The fact that he had short cropped hair did little to allay this illusion.
As we reached the next side street he mysteriously disappeared, only to re-materialize when we reached the next row of shops. Suddenly I realized to my horror that the fat pin headed kraut opposite was in fact myself.