Why, do you ask, am I posting again so soon? Well, it's because I just realized that I am a magnet for people of questionable sanity. Yep, that's right. You remember that I posted about the back neighbor coming over and invading my space? It's happened again. I bought an iced coffee from Dunkin's yesterday, got on Helen ( wheels), my tricycle, filled my basket with my Ballsack, my coffee, and an umbrella and headed off to the park. I love to sit by the water and watch the fish jump and knit, sipping away at said coffee.
I'm sitting at my table, on the water, enjoying my peace, when a group of 6-8 people come and occupy the table next to mine. I don't have any problems with that. 10 minutes or so go by and they seem to be having a nice time. Just about this time, one of them comes over to me and asks whether he could borrow cigarettes for his group. (Everyone knows you can't borrow cigarettes. Once they are burned they are no more). I politely decline.
About a half hour later one of the group comes over and queries me about cigarettes for the group. Again, I decline. This time a little firmer. Now I am a little peeved, but nothing serious. I realize that this group is mentally challenged and I could deal with it.
A gentleman (?) is running along the water and decides he needs to sit on my picnic table and thrust his conversation upon me. "Hi, I'm Dave. I hear voices. They're not bad voices though. Sometimes they sing to me. They never tell me to do bad things" "Uh...hi Dave" He goes on to tell me that his mother (who must be around 100) lives in Michigan, on the water and it's beautiful there.
Do I fish? I used to says me. Dave: I don't fish anymore I don't want to hurt them. "That's nice"
He goes on to tell me he was in Viet Nam and draws me mental pictures of everyone who died there in his group. I'm feeling bad so I let him go on. His next question is...you guessed it. "Can I have a cigarette?" Now, I am really starting to feel put upon. I did let him have one and let him go on for about twenty minutes. In the meantime, I have not knitted a single stitch for lack of concentration.
I pack up my stuff, throw it all in the basket and head home. Waving adieu to Dave. My visit to the park cut short by "smokers". I think everyone but me should quit smoking or at least start buying your own and leave me the hell alone and let me knit, or read or pick my nose in peace.
I wonder if I will have another day from "Deb's Bogus Adventure" today. I know they're out there, just waiting for me.
ETA: This post has not been corrected for spelling, content or punctuation. I don't care right now.
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Perhaps if you HAD started picking your nose, they'd have left you alone.
ReplyDeleteThat is an awesome story! The group of people who were bugging you would have annoyed me a bit (especially if I was knitting), but the guy who came up and sat on your picnic table and told you his story sounds interesting. I love it when strangers have interesting things to say to me. Maybe I'm just weird like that, though... :)
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