
Yesterday I went grocery shopping, and as I was driving on the interstate, I was having a difficulty with feelings of paranoia. Seriously. I kept hoping that I wouldn't come across some dreadful car accident, that I would make me have to stop and help the victims. (because I would, even if I didn't want to, or afraid) I don't want to see any more bloody victims. The good news is that the man in the motorcycle accident lived. I'm SOOO happy about that. Yesterday he was getting fitted for a prosthetic leg.
So anyway, back to my grocery shopping exerience. I went to Walmart. I want to know something. Why in the world do they have like 20 lanes for check out, but only like 5 of them are open? I mean, seriously! I don't get it. I stand in checkout lines FOREVER, when they could open a couple more checkout lines, intead of making us stand in lines for like 10 minutes. (I suppose that I have issues with being impatient sometimes...but mostly when it comes to lines...it's obvious I'm originally from a big city).
Then later, as I was walking out the store, there were a couple of men sitting outside Walmart, collecting donations for a Christian organization of some sort...I think, but I didn't look too closely. One of them called me over. "Young lady" (I'm glad he thinks I'm young, but how young does he think I am?) And I have to admit, I pretended like I didn't hear him, and I quickened my pace a little. lol. I did. I'm so terrible. Then he shouts a little louder, "Young Lady!" I kept going. I jumped onto my cart and let it glide down the slope to the car. I think he shouted again one more time. I'll be honest here. I JUST wanted to go home at that point. I was tired. And I had no cash. I think that charities are very important. I really do. And I have a couple that I support. But at that moment, I just wanted to go home! Some would say I'm terrible for doing that. Oh well.
Ok. Then on my way home, I was on the interstate again, and this guy driving a semi-truck honks at me as I pass him on the left. It wasn't the kind of honk that said, "Get out of my way!" it was more like a "hey, what's up?" kind of honk. So I looked back to see if I knew him, and he leaned down and waved excitedly. I was seriously confused. Who IS this guy? But I continue driving. A couple of minutes later, as I slow down to take my exit, he passes me on the left, leans over and gives me an excited wave again...like he knows me. And then he drives off. Weird. I have no idea who he was...he looked a little familiar, but I don't think I knew him. Maybe he had me confused with someone else? My friend, Curt, drives a semi. He would just tell me that the man thought I was cute. Whatever. That's kind of a weird thought.
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