Day #2 into the New Year and clearly I’m experiencing some residual freak dust from 2015 which brought me so many, many heart-warming moments… Such as…
A strange man asking me if I had a piece of aluminum foil he could borrow – AT.THE.GAS.PUMP.
No MacGyver. I fucking don’t have any aluminum foil you can borrow.
And the woman at Walgreens.
– I simply went in for a bottle of Ibuprofen… –
One register open, six people in line and the woman behind me tugs on my coat like a five-year-old and says, “Excuse me but you wouldn’t happen to have some rubber bands I could I borrow would you?” I looked at her completely dumbfounded.
“What?” I couldn’t stop staring at her. She looked so perfectly normal.
“Do you have any rubberbands? I hate waiting in lines and I wanted to start a rubber band ball.”
– Seriously thought I was on a hidden camera at this point being filmed for some freak reality t.v. show. –
I said, “Oh, no, I’m sorry I don’t have any rubber bands you can borrow but I think I met your husband at the gas station the other day…”
Make that two bottles of Ibuprofen, a fifth of whiskey and a loaded gun.
And now. Day #2 of 2016 and I’m asking myself yet again, what the fuck is it?
Is there something on my forehead?
On my ass?
Do my eyes glow serving as a beacon of light to every freak on the planet???
I’m at the grocery store looking for something healthy because I ate myself into oblivion over the holidays. – Hey, don’t judge. You know you did too. –
When along comes some random woman that I’ve never seen before in my life and she proceeds to tell me how we’re related.
Not even kidding. She swore up n’ down that I was her relative from Montana, but she just couldn’t put her finger on how we were related or what my name was. Says she saw me at a family reunion..
I tell her I’m from Michigan, not Montana.
“Are you sure?” She asks..
“Yep, I’m pretty sure.”
The woman was absolutely adamant that I was her relative and she actually got pissed at my insistence that we were in fact NOT related. THEN, she starts following me around the store!
“Well, you look just like Aunt Betty.”
Finally, I’d had e-fucking-nough!
I turned around and said, “Look. I’m not Betty or Barney or Fred or mother fucking Wilma. This isn’t Bedrock, it’s Boise, and I’m not your fucking relative! Shuffle on.”
To which she says… “Maybe you’re Margaret’s daughter.”
At that point, I just started shopping for sharp objects…
Because yeah. This shit really happens to me…
Think I’m just gonna’ stay inside for a while. Like the next ten years maybe…
I am laughing soooooo hard!!!! OMG!!!!! What a freak show.
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Ya’ know what’s so hard for me JoJo?? I really am a super nice person when I’m out n’ about. I say hello to people. I smile. And this is my payback??
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You’re a freak beacon Karen…like all the freaky neighbors that are drawn to you!!! That’s why I like you so much, cause they follow me too…and you understand! 😉
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It’s so fucking annoying Joe – as you know.. And at first you try to be nice and then suddenly you realize this person has escaped from the nut hut and you can’t end these encounters fast enough, and in my case, I just can’t end them nicely. I’ve got no time for nut jobs.
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I’m a freak magnet too. This stuff happens to me all the time. It makes me crazy too. I think we need to look harder as to way these weirdos find us…or do they find anyone and everyone.
Have a fabulous non freak dust day. 🙂
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Omgosh.. Of the many things I’ve wished and hoped for I can’t believe that a non-freak dust day isn’t on my list! That should’ve been my New Year’s resolution – ‘cept I don’t make ’em. – I’m so happy and saddened all at the same time that I’m not alone in this CP. We should start a support group!
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So much fun! This is writing material and a real study in humanity. A smile does connect you. You’re blessed with that face everyone wants to know.
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Thank you Jo but can’t I just have a face that no freaks want to know??? Like, can I have the face that Ryan Gosling wants to know??? I’ll take that over aluminum foil, rubber band balls and grocery store mayhem!
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That is flipping hilarious!! Sounds like they were out in force! lol !
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I think they’re all related. I should have told the woman in the grocery store that she could find her long lost relative over at Walgreens.
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Oh shit, this made me laugh out loud. I normally attract the homeless dudes that start talking to God and then I start to thinking, but what if he is really talking to God? I better not ignore him. Only to find 30 mins later, he is speaking the language of cheap whiskey and not the words of the almighty. Oh, and two guys actually stopped me in the streets the other day and said, “can we pray for you??” Obviously I have ‘sinning ho-bag[ emblazoned across my forehead.
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Hahahahahaha. People want to pray for me a lot too and I always wonder why.. As a church lady once told me. “We all sin honey, yours just show more.” Yeah.. Thanks for that.
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Yeah, some of us just naturally attract those who have no mooring in reality. Best to just keep your cool and move on as quickly as possible.
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Right. I think I need to plan better escape routes! Thanks for stopping by Jim.
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What a hoot. You must look like a helpful and kind person.
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Suzy, I can only imagine I do not. I smile and laugh a lot but while I’m doing ordinary tasks like gassing up and shopping I have been told that I look pissed. I chalk it up to my back east upbringing and it certainly doesn’t appear to be a deterrent of the whackos out there.
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Hehehehe! People are so weird some times! And yeah it is irritating!
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THEY ARE Reema!!!!
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Lol! Laughing so hard I now have hiccups!
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Aren’t people nuts Marquessa????
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Yes. And you must exude an “approachable” vibe, the reason why you keep getting bombarded!😆
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Omg.. And here I’m thinkin’ I’m the biggest bitch on the planet…
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Hahaha!! I’m thinking you might want to relocate out of Boise. Perhaps someplace nice in Montana? 🙂
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That would be an awesome plan Christine. I hear I have family there so I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t be difficult to find a place to settle in.. LIKE THE LOCAL NUT HUT!
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