NOT A MISSED CONNECTION MONDAY – jan. 6

A late night post so I hope you’ve all had a great Monday.  I’ve been napping a lot today. I hope I’m not coming down with something. I keep hearing about an intense flu and another Covid three times as bad as the original Covid. I would like none of those things. Being sick is not how I’m choosing to start out this new year.
This meme is exactly how I’m feeling at the moment.

So. Before I get into my favorite serial killer hunting ground “Missed Connection” posts on Craigslist I thought I’d post a definition of the word connection.

connection noun
something that connects: link

But Mimi, we all know what the word connection means. Hhhhmmm. We may all know but the freaks on Craigslist clearly do not…

SLIM BLONDE WITH TWO YOUNG KIDS WALKING IN FRONT OF THE SALVATION ARMY
On Monday December 30, around 2:15, I was getting something from my car, parked in front of the salvation army shelter on …blah, blah, blah… ave South. You and your little kids walked by and you looked and gave me such a nice smile. I tried to say hi, but my voice was muted. At least I smiled back. Hope to see you again there.
**** Dear author of this posting. She fucking smiled at you. There was no missed connection. Desperate much?
**** Dear Slim Blonde. Find another route to wherever it was you were walking to or from. This guy’s a creeper.

OLDER GENTLEMEN ON THE GREENBELT
Hi we crossed paths a few times, hoping you played on the same team
**** Dear author of this post. Crossing paths is not a missed connection. It’s people out fucking walking passing each other on the trails.
Also, “gentleMEN?” Were you wondering if they all played on the same team or they were the team? How many paths did you cross?

THE GIRL AT THE CO-OP
You were wearing jeans with a red top and shopping in the frozen goods section. You had a blonde female friend with you. You asked me to get a pack of chocolate pretzels from the top shelf for you. We locked eyes and you gave me a big smile and thanked me. It could have been nothing but we should have talked longer and gotten to know each other.
**** Dear clueless fucking author of this post. Miss jeans with the red top was fucking shopping… In a grocery store… Your grocery store… The one you fucking work at! Seriously. She’s just a customer asking for help with something off of the top shelf. She smiled and said thank you because that’s what people do when someone has helped them. This isn’t P. Diddy code for let’s have a freak party in aisle 7 with the baby oil. And “we should have talked longer and gotten to know each other???” Well, the first thing you should know is that women don’t like grocery shopping in general and we ESPECIALLY don’t like it after working all fucking day. So, no, there will be no chit-chat and getting to know each other. Just give her the fucking chocolate pretzels and go play in aisle 7 with your baby oil, Diddy. – Not a missed connection.

Okay, now that I’ve cleared that up hopefully we can get back to those real missed connections via the serial killer hunting grounds of all things Craigslist next Monday.

How was everybody’s day? Anything thrilling and spine-chilling to report? I’m super bummed that we’re not getting any of that snow going across the country.
Are any of you in the middle of it?? Be safe! Don’t shovel heavy snow and don’t go tip-toeing on the ice. It never ends well.

MIMI’S THOUGHT FOR THE DAY –

♥ mimi ♥