Creepy Lady...
She was waiting there again today...
As some of you know, once a week (usually Tuesday), I drive a truck loaded down with testing samples to the mothership... I mean, the main lab office in Nashville, Tennessee. It's a job that I actually volunteered to do, much to the continued surprise of my co-workers. I really, really don't like sitting around in the lab with nothing to do. At least in the truck I get ever-changing scenery and a radio.
But I digress.
Today's trip was complicated by the remnants of Hurricane Fay, which is even now trying to drown me as I type this. It hasn't rained a drop here in over a month... we're in severe drought stages... but somehow I don't think we need all of the rain at one time. So, in addition to having to get up at the crack of dark to drive, I get the joy of standing water and moronic drivers.
But again, I digress.
I arrive at the lab only a few minutes later than normal (which, in this weather, may count as a minor miracle in and of itself), when I see her there. I've seen this creepy old woman there off and on ever since I've worked for the lab. She's always wearing the same old worn out might've-been-a-maintenance-uniform-at-one-time thing. She always look like she just woke up... or she's drunk... always looking with her eyes half-closed and slightly off-kilter.
I already knew what was coming, but I tried to ignore her while I released the straps holding my cargo down on the truck bed. Sure enough, she makes her way over to me with that evil-knowing smile of hers and says the same thing she always says to me:
"They're gonna get you. Oh, they're gonna get you."
I've never heard this crazy old woman utter anything except these words the entire time I've worked there. I'm not even entirely sure if she can say anything outside of this cryptic warning.
I don't know if it was the stress of driving through Nashville in torrentil rain, or th fact that same said rain was currently soaking me through my clothes whiel I was preparing my cargo to be unloaded. But today, I just had to know.
"Who? Who is going to get me?" I asked her, shouting to be heard over the rain.
She didn't answer me, of course. She only continued smiling that evil-knowing, snaggle-toothed grin and walked away from me, repeating the same taunting warning. ...creepy old bat.
As some of you know, once a week (usually Tuesday), I drive a truck loaded down with testing samples to the mothership... I mean, the main lab office in Nashville, Tennessee. It's a job that I actually volunteered to do, much to the continued surprise of my co-workers. I really, really don't like sitting around in the lab with nothing to do. At least in the truck I get ever-changing scenery and a radio.
But I digress.
Today's trip was complicated by the remnants of Hurricane Fay, which is even now trying to drown me as I type this. It hasn't rained a drop here in over a month... we're in severe drought stages... but somehow I don't think we need all of the rain at one time. So, in addition to having to get up at the crack of dark to drive, I get the joy of standing water and moronic drivers.
But again, I digress.
I arrive at the lab only a few minutes later than normal (which, in this weather, may count as a minor miracle in and of itself), when I see her there. I've seen this creepy old woman there off and on ever since I've worked for the lab. She's always wearing the same old worn out might've-been-a-maintenance-uniform-at-one-time thing. She always look like she just woke up... or she's drunk... always looking with her eyes half-closed and slightly off-kilter.
I already knew what was coming, but I tried to ignore her while I released the straps holding my cargo down on the truck bed. Sure enough, she makes her way over to me with that evil-knowing smile of hers and says the same thing she always says to me:
"They're gonna get you. Oh, they're gonna get you."
I've never heard this crazy old woman utter anything except these words the entire time I've worked there. I'm not even entirely sure if she can say anything outside of this cryptic warning.
I don't know if it was the stress of driving through Nashville in torrentil rain, or th fact that same said rain was currently soaking me through my clothes whiel I was preparing my cargo to be unloaded. But today, I just had to know.
"Who? Who is going to get me?" I asked her, shouting to be heard over the rain.
She didn't answer me, of course. She only continued smiling that evil-knowing, snaggle-toothed grin and walked away from me, repeating the same taunting warning. ...creepy old bat.