Heading into the grocery store. Note strange contents of decrepit vehicle beside me- garden hose, old sneakers, newspapers, fast food wrappers, suit from the 70's?, brown paper bags full of whoknowswhat with crumpled tops. The car is tiny but stuffed
full of junk. Try to picture the owner. Creepy old man who talks to his cats...his plants...himself.
Go into the grocery store and pick up random miscellany. Return to car. Yep, creepy old guy sitting in vehicle next to me making some up and down motion hand across his chest. Yikers. Buckle C.J. in. Man is staring. I can feel his eyes on me. I glance over and he's grabbed his seatbelt and is motioning for me to put mine on. I sit there a moment waiting for him to leave but he doesn't. But he pulls out behind me. I go towards a far exit in the parking lot. He goes to the nearest one. Weird encounter! I kept thinking maybe it was God sending me an Angel in some unexpected form. Like I'd be in an accident and be glad I was wearing my seatbelt. I always wear my seatbelt. Wasn't close to being in an accident but I wonder why the situation made me feel that way.
It wasn't a wasted trip. I got my groceries. And the best part of the whole outing was running into a couple firefighters picking up a meal. One of them gave me
the sexiest smile. I recognized them from when I went on a preschool field trip with my middle son. Is it getting hot in here? Aye aye aye.
