I’m in Jack-in-the Box parking lot drinking a coke in my car listening to Pink Floyd, “Wish You Were Here” part 5. It’s near my house but I’m probably not aware of everything going on around me but I hear a noise near me and I look up and some strange lady with a shopping cart is about 5 feet from my car coming towards me. We lock eyes and she makes an abrupt turn and looks foolish and embarrassed and mad and wheels her shopping cart away. From personal experience I deduce she thought she saw an easy mark and she thought she was going to pull something, lol. I thwarted her plan, lol. This is why I get out of the house.
On the other hand, 5 minutes before her I heard loud male raving and some guy in his forties was walking near the building just flipping out and out of his mind with anger, yelling and screaming, very upset. IDK. maybe his French fries were cold.
AND… I went in to use the rest room and some guy was taking the only stall and talking to himself. I stood there and finally I said, hey, you almost done? He said, 5 more minutes. WTF? The people in the hospital were saner then the average person walking around my neighborhood. No plans for tonight.
@77nick77 Do you remember the TV show Home Improvement with “Tim the Tool Man Taylor” and his next door neighbour Al. We never did get to see Al (who always had a good story to tell), as he was hidden from view behind his fence.
Al reminds me of you. We always get a great story from you, but never get to see the face behind it. The mystery kills me lol. It’s like reading a great book and not knowing who the author is.
You may remember the show better as the one that made Pamela Anderson in demand.
IDK. I tell a lot of my personal life on here, both the good and the bad, and many people kind of “get me” and understand where I’m coming from. But I like to keep some things private.
