Sorry if I Creeped You Out
guess I didn't realise quite how unsettling I made last night's chance encounter with tetchy ol' Jason sound. I mean, I was creeped out myself at the time, but I was also aware I was being irrational for being creeped out. I’m quite sure that Jason was not stalking my family, and had no reason to think such a thing beyond a whim to indulge idle urban paranoia. He was just an addled street bum who happened to cross my path, and I thought it was a striking enough interlude to relate in the faversham. I’m sorry for creeping out Mama Dog and Judy, and if anybody else out there was unsettled by the story, I’m terribly sorry. We’re all fine around here and the only creepy crawlies we see are the occasional silverfish in the back half bath which in practical terms is really quite a bit worse than a muttering weirdo whom I’ll likely never see again.
posted by PapaDogDuvalier | 10:23 PM
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I had especially inquired to the farmer at the market while inspecting a suspect-looking organic peach: "These peaches don't have any "James and the Giant Peach" action going on inside them, do they?" I was assured that they did not. You can imagine my surprise, then, when a bunch of earwigs and several worms fell out of my peach when I sliced it open! Now THAT was creepy!
It didn't so much creep me out as it just made me AWARE. Some guy approached my car in the Target parking lot, banged on the window and wanted to know if I would hear his story about being a gang convert (and we live in a NICE place). Today. Yep, in the parking lot today. After my initial fight or flee instinct kicked in to the latter, we told the manager at Target and the guy was promptly escorted off the premises. As it turns out, he's been doing this for a while now, and they have NUMEROUS complaints on the guy...not sure I'm going back to Target anytime soon now (at least not without my 6'4" hubby!).
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