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I suddenly rememberd a funny story that I might have told all of you, but I forgot about it so I figured you may have as well
Last January while I was in Portland, Wendy and I were reading magazines in the Barnes and Noble cafe while waiting for Matt to get off work from "Louis". In the middle of our reading, a greying, 50-something woman sitting at the next table asked me who I was, or said that she needed to tell me something (or something like that). She asked me if I had a boyfriend, so I lied and said I did. Then she told me that she just wanted to say that she knew he and I were deeply in love and that I should "turn to him" for support or answers (or something). Then after a pause, she added that she could sense that I was a deeply kind, good person. I looked down at the pile of books she was reading, and they were all inspirational religious books. I asked her if she was psychic (I had no idea how to respond to these revelations) and she just gave me this pleased, self-important grin and then probobly said something about "sensing it". After she had gone back to reading God's instructionals on how to bother people, I suggested to Wendy that we leave. On our way out, a waitress and a couple of security guards stopped me to make sure that she wasn't bothering me. I told them that she was fine (in a manner of speaking).
This crazy shit is always happening to me, God is ALWAYS siccing the religious zealots on me. They want my blood!
Last January while I was in Portland, Wendy and I were reading magazines in the Barnes and Noble cafe while waiting for Matt to get off work from "Louis". In the middle of our reading, a greying, 50-something woman sitting at the next table asked me who I was, or said that she needed to tell me something (or something like that). She asked me if I had a boyfriend, so I lied and said I did. Then she told me that she just wanted to say that she knew he and I were deeply in love and that I should "turn to him" for support or answers (or something). Then after a pause, she added that she could sense that I was a deeply kind, good person. I looked down at the pile of books she was reading, and they were all inspirational religious books. I asked her if she was psychic (I had no idea how to respond to these revelations) and she just gave me this pleased, self-important grin and then probobly said something about "sensing it". After she had gone back to reading God's instructionals on how to bother people, I suggested to Wendy that we leave. On our way out, a waitress and a couple of security guards stopped me to make sure that she wasn't bothering me. I told them that she was fine (in a manner of speaking).
This crazy shit is always happening to me, God is ALWAYS siccing the religious zealots on me. They want my blood!