Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Confession: I talk to myself. A lot. I'm pretty sure if I were to replay my life, most of the times I am alone you'd think there should be someone there with me. But, no. All alone. But I don't talk in that psycho sort of way, or at least I don't think so anyways. What is that saying "It's the psycho people who don't think they're psycho..." Well, now to the moment. I was in the parking lot of Michael's getting out something that I needed to return out of my trunk. This something ending up being scuffed up from living in my trunk for the past month. I started examining it and happened to apparently be talking to myself because the next thing I know is this cute old Latino man says "Hello?!". He had one of those "I'm being nice and talking to you because I think you're 'special'" look on his face. I say hello back. He says "Having a good day?" "Yes." "Having a good year?" "Yes." "Well, take care." "You too." The sweet man almost seemed worried for me. I'm pretty sure he was more worried that I apparently had a car and a license and was driving in his city.