Stories, etc.
At work today, I was sitting around staring out the window, and this man [looking about 40 years old or so] walks in the door. He's short and bulky [not chubby, but strong looking], wearing a hat, excercise type clothes and a goofy, borderline creepy grin -- not our typical Fancy clientele.
I say "Hi, how are you?" and stand up to greet him, and he hears me ask, but doesn't respond. Rather, he walks quickly toward me with the same tilted head, same strange expression, same grin I can't be sure about, and then stands right in front of me. I'm thinking "He's going to rob me. He's going to kill me. Gun! Knife! Creep! No!", but he just stands there, and after a few seconds of awkward, fidgety quiet, he says "Well, are you going to take it?" to which I respond with a very confused, slightly quiet "What?"
He reaches across the counter and hands me and unscratched scratch ticket, then says quietly, sincerely, quickly "Good luck." and walks out of the shop -- not to be seen again.
By the by, I didn't win any money. Ross made the worthy point that not winning any money is the only part of the story that isn't strange. It would be 200 times more worthy of a story if I won thousands or millions or even just five, but I am glad it happened all the same, money or not. I think I love strange situations because as they unfold, you're very aware of the fact that your life is changing. Regular things change all the time, but most of the difference is only noticed in retrospect, and I think that's interesting.
Another thing for today is
.
It's my new favorite because it reminds me of a dream I had once. I was all out of sorts trying to figure out where I'd seen it before, and then ta da.
That has never happened to me before.
Details about summer when it ends, I think.
And details about books then too because I've had a lot of time to catch up on reading.
I say "Hi, how are you?" and stand up to greet him, and he hears me ask, but doesn't respond. Rather, he walks quickly toward me with the same tilted head, same strange expression, same grin I can't be sure about, and then stands right in front of me. I'm thinking "He's going to rob me. He's going to kill me. Gun! Knife! Creep! No!", but he just stands there, and after a few seconds of awkward, fidgety quiet, he says "Well, are you going to take it?" to which I respond with a very confused, slightly quiet "What?"
He reaches across the counter and hands me and unscratched scratch ticket, then says quietly, sincerely, quickly "Good luck." and walks out of the shop -- not to be seen again.
By the by, I didn't win any money. Ross made the worthy point that not winning any money is the only part of the story that isn't strange. It would be 200 times more worthy of a story if I won thousands or millions or even just five, but I am glad it happened all the same, money or not. I think I love strange situations because as they unfold, you're very aware of the fact that your life is changing. Regular things change all the time, but most of the difference is only noticed in retrospect, and I think that's interesting.
Another thing for today is
.
It's my new favorite because it reminds me of a dream I had once. I was all out of sorts trying to figure out where I'd seen it before, and then ta da.
That has never happened to me before.
Details about summer when it ends, I think.
And details about books then too because I've had a lot of time to catch up on reading.