Weirdo Monday
I’ve come to the conclusion that I attract weirdos. Whenever I go out in public every strange person within a 150 feet radius is drawn to me. I think that they want to show up in my blog or I’m magnetized for freaks without knowing.
Today we took all the children out for lunch at our favorite Chinese restaurant (my kids don’t have school on Mondays). The host had to seat us in area where other people would be sitting near us. One pair of gentlemen sitting behind us caught my attention. One of the guys would not stop cursing, so we kept talking to our children hoping that they wouldn’t notice what he was saying. When he said shit Bry said, “He shouldn’t say that because it’s not a nice word.” I was afraid the guy would hear him, but he didn’t.
Later I went back to the food bar and the two gentlemen were also fixing a plate. The same man starts talking about how he won’t put his toy in the same place another toy has been. I hurried back to my seat trying not to laugh over the conversation I had just overheard.
The fun didn’t stop there. After they were seated again he said, “We don’t have retards in my family.” Then he goes on to add that there is no one with a deformed eye or one leg shorter than the other. He states that this is because cousins don’t marry cousin. Then he says, “There is more than one table at the family reunion.”
At that point, I burst into uncontrollable laughter.
Drew