maybe the spirits ate your chicken patties
There is a lady who lives at our apartments who likes to wear big colorful hats and sings when she walks around. Both of which are slighty annoying, but I can handle it. One of her quadmates is an old man who likes to talk about how shrimp cocktails used to be fifty cents and how much better Vegas was when the mob ran it (which I tend to agree with.) Both seem normal right? Well my friend, if you said yes, you are mistaken. Only one of which is normal, and it is not the big hat wearing singer.
It turns out she sings to please "the spirits". When asked what spirits, she replies "you mean you can't hear them? I must be the chosen one!" I believe she was the chosen one for experimental medication with the only side effect of the possability of turning you into a fucking weirdo who sings all the time. The singer's son had been staying with her and mooching of the other people in the quad. The old man got fed up and said something to us, who in turn asked her if she had a guest. She said no, that the spirits must have sent us mixed signals. She then asked again if I really can't hear her. I looked at her like she had 5 heads and told her I am pretty sure that she is the only one who could hear them.
The old man came back the back day, saying some of his food was missing from the fridge. We called her in (in was a slow day or we would have told him tough shit) and asked her about it. She said "Maybe the spirits ate his chicken patties." The boss (Dad) looked at her in disbelief and I asked her how she knew they were chicken patties. She told me that the spirits do wonderful things and must have let her know. at this point I had to get up and leave because I have heard it is rude to laugh in someones face, especially when they are wearing a hat with a banana on it.
It turns out she sings to please "the spirits". When asked what spirits, she replies "you mean you can't hear them? I must be the chosen one!" I believe she was the chosen one for experimental medication with the only side effect of the possability of turning you into a fucking weirdo who sings all the time. The singer's son had been staying with her and mooching of the other people in the quad. The old man got fed up and said something to us, who in turn asked her if she had a guest. She said no, that the spirits must have sent us mixed signals. She then asked again if I really can't hear her. I looked at her like she had 5 heads and told her I am pretty sure that she is the only one who could hear them.
The old man came back the back day, saying some of his food was missing from the fridge. We called her in (in was a slow day or we would have told him tough shit) and asked her about it. She said "Maybe the spirits ate his chicken patties." The boss (Dad) looked at her in disbelief and I asked her how she knew they were chicken patties. She told me that the spirits do wonderful things and must have let her know. at this point I had to get up and leave because I have heard it is rude to laugh in someones face, especially when they are wearing a hat with a banana on it.