I mean, I’m sure there are some obvious clues for some people…imaginary friends, giving handfuls of popcorn wrapped in tin foil as “nice” gifts, liking Rod Stewart music…that sort of thing. But what if the signs are subtle?
It’s no secret that I don’t like mass transit. I honestly thought it might be easier to bear now that I’m only taking it three times per week. I was wrong and having that thought in the first place should have been my first clue.
This morning, I was waiting patiently for the PATH train when a woman walked up next to me. That would have been fine had she STOPPED walking. Instead she walked directly into me and then stayed uncomfortably close until the train pulled up. Then she walked into me again, pushing me onto the train. She pushed me until she could run to a seat. Fortunately, I was able to restrain myself from punching her in the face. Unfortunately, the only open seat was next to her. I sat down and began my normal commute zone out. After the next stop I looked around at the incredibly and uncomfortably packed train and thought back to a movie my boyfriend and I watched recently. 28 Weeks Later. It’s about a virus that spreads rapidly through the population and makes everyone zombies. Since I was in a jam packed enclosed space I looked around and thought “if that happened now I’d totally be dead.” Then I looked directly at the woman who pushed me and thought: “If I become a zombie, I’m killing you first.”
I wonder if that’s a second clue?
So I see on fb that you added a website. I think, website? what’s this website? and it leads me to this, which I knew about but had not checked recently and I am now hysterical at “giving handfuls of popcorn wrapped in tin foil as “nice” gifts,” NICE! Very very nice!
Although I’m not sure there’s anything wrong with having imaginary friends? I’ll check with Rhonda and get back to you on that one though.
Ha! I knew you checked every once in a while and really, I haven’t been updating often – so I threw that example in. It remains one of the craziest real life stories I’ve heard. Like literally CRAZY b/c she actually thought it was a nice gift.
As for the imaginary friends…well, I was really thinking more about ranting homeless people there. At least twice a week I have to wonder who the Hell someone on the sidewalk is talking to. And it’s not someone with a bluetooth thingy in their ear…it’s the people yelling at the wall.
hahah hilarious! I really enjoyed the zombie bit.
Note to self: no yelling at walls. Got it.