Weird People !!!
We had a HUGE fire in our city last night. A 220 unit apartment building being constructed on the campus of Gonzaga University burned down after an explosion just after midnight. This project involved a complete city block and was completely destroyed. After learning about this, and having to go to the area anywhy, I decided to drive by, and what else, see what was going on. What a sight it was. I pulled into a parking lot across the street, and watched a few minutes and then went on my way. Anyway, my wife wanted to go to a nearby thrift store that has a sale every Monday, and I dropped her off and went off to wash my truck. My return trip happened to take me back by the scene of the fire. While waiting for the light to change, I noticed that the parking lot I had been in was now full of cars. There were 7 cars right in my sight line along the sidewalk. Now what makes this interesting is what they were doing while watching the goin's on. One was talking on a cell phone, this isn't out of the ordinary, but the other 6 were EATING. Sitting in their cars and having breakfast, I guess. Now I confess to having driven by out of curiosity, but never in my living days would I have made a mealtime excursion out of it. Breakfast in a disaster area.
The light changes, and off I go back to the Thrift Center. I go inside, find my wife, and she leads me to the changing room area, where I plop my ass in a chair to, as it turns out, watch more weird people do their thing. Wifey has an armful of things, so I'm gonna be here awhile. I didn't have another truck to wash, so I start watching the people go in & out of the rooms. The first person that goes in is a 20's something man who has an armful of slacks. He trips taking his jeans off in the little room, falls against the door, so I turn my attention to him to see what the hell's going on. I'm watching the door to see if he falls on his ass in there, and I see through the bottom of the door where you look to see if the room is occupied that he's standing on his shoes. He has his socks on, and he's standing on his shoes. I watch him try on 5 pairs of slacks, raising his leg, putting it through the slacks and putting his foot BACK on top of his shoes. He never once touched the floor in his stocking feet. The floor, by the way, was very clean. This on top of the "Breakfast Buffett" back at the disaster area.
This guy leaves, and up walks a women I heard talking 2 aisles away. This is unusual only in the fact that she was by herself. She's jabbering the whole time, to nobody, and goes into the little changing room. I can hear her the whole time. I can't make out everything she's saying, and I didn't really care. But then she comes out and knocks on the door to the changing room next to her. I hear a voice say "Who is it? She knocks again, and finally a man peeks out the door. This woman then asks him how the blouse she was trying on looked on her. He looked at her like she was crazy, and I silently and totally agreed with him, and closes the door. He didn't even know her. She came out and went one way, and he came out and looked around for her, looked at me and I just shrugged my shoulders, and he went another way. A little while later I heard her again, I had to look, and sure enough, nobody around.
The light changes, and off I go back to the Thrift Center. I go inside, find my wife, and she leads me to the changing room area, where I plop my ass in a chair to, as it turns out, watch more weird people do their thing. Wifey has an armful of things, so I'm gonna be here awhile. I didn't have another truck to wash, so I start watching the people go in & out of the rooms. The first person that goes in is a 20's something man who has an armful of slacks. He trips taking his jeans off in the little room, falls against the door, so I turn my attention to him to see what the hell's going on. I'm watching the door to see if he falls on his ass in there, and I see through the bottom of the door where you look to see if the room is occupied that he's standing on his shoes. He has his socks on, and he's standing on his shoes. I watch him try on 5 pairs of slacks, raising his leg, putting it through the slacks and putting his foot BACK on top of his shoes. He never once touched the floor in his stocking feet. The floor, by the way, was very clean. This on top of the "Breakfast Buffett" back at the disaster area.
This guy leaves, and up walks a women I heard talking 2 aisles away. This is unusual only in the fact that she was by herself. She's jabbering the whole time, to nobody, and goes into the little changing room. I can hear her the whole time. I can't make out everything she's saying, and I didn't really care. But then she comes out and knocks on the door to the changing room next to her. I hear a voice say "Who is it? She knocks again, and finally a man peeks out the door. This woman then asks him how the blouse she was trying on looked on her. He looked at her like she was crazy, and I silently and totally agreed with him, and closes the door. He didn't even know her. She came out and went one way, and he came out and looked around for her, looked at me and I just shrugged my shoulders, and he went another way. A little while later I heard her again, I had to look, and sure enough, nobody around.
posted by 8ballsgone at 2:17 PM
2 Comments:
This is why I do not leave my house. Although, you have to admit, sometimes it fun to go out and see the variety of life.
Damn, it sure takes all kinds!
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