My Dad's friend
Klaus used to come around and hang out with my Dad since I was a small boy. I must've been annoying because I remember my Dad pulling me aside one time and telling me that Klaus actually hated children and that I should stay out of his way. I can see now that he was probably joking around.
Thing is, I took it for real. For years the very mention of the name Klaus bought on bad vibes, and I made sure to stay well the hell away from the guy.
When I was 11 we went a holiday to Brisbane and we were going to be staying at his house. I was pretty nervous, but it turned out he was cool all along. He let us eat frosties and put heaps of nutella on our toast, it was great.