November 07, 2004

That Certain Something

My mutant magnet is still working, apparently. Yesterday at work, not one but THREE looneys decided I was the right and proper person with whom to air their oddness.
Loon one was a very disheveled man, the third pair of trousers in an obvious layering-scheme-gone-wrong drooping around his knees, who stood distrubingly close to me as he muttered "They took my church and moved my bell. Sonsabitches sonsabitches sonasabitches. My bell. It moved to Minnesota. Sonsabitches." He finally decided I wasn't the one in charge of bell displacement and moved on.
Loons two and three came as a package deal, in the form of a wizened elderly couple with matching sombreros and lipstick covering their teeth, as though they'd been chewing on it. (Yes, male and female couple, although without a closer examination I'd be hard pressed to say which was which.) After determining from thorough investigation, i.e. questioning me at personal-space-invasion levels for over fifteen minutes, that we did NOT carry bananas, nor had any tropical fruit of any kind, one of the pair decided to lecture me on the dangers of building a clock tower in the middle of the highway.
I guess I just put out that random-clock-tower-constructionist vibe and people respond.
I can't wait to see what I attract today. Cross-dressing bible-thumpers? Midgets in feathered spandex? Unintelligible babblers in bad shoes?
Wait, aren't those my coworkers?

Posted by LeeAnn at November 7, 2004 07:47 AM
Comments

Gee... you should write some of this down.

Anyhow. Where DO you work?

Bob

Posted by: Bob Baird at November 7, 2004 10:17 AM

I'm not giving specifics, because it's much easier to write sans termination if I can't get my fingers caught in the wringer.
Just imagine any random mall shop, and that would be accurate enough.

Posted by: LeeAnn at November 7, 2004 10:56 AM

Told 'em, I did, snarfing the nadgers w' the old man, I told em. Millenium hand and shrimp!

Posted by: Ric Locke at November 7, 2004 12:25 PM