Sunday, January 27, 2008

Why do crazy people find me?

Quick post here but I have to share this. I had to run to BJ's (one of those warehouse stores) and I stopped at Borders (book store) to pick up some puzzle books fro the kiddies (my kiddies like puzzles and I do not like giving them candy on V-day and they were on sale) well anyway as I was walking up front to check out, I saw Crazy Aunt Purls book, I grabbed it and made my way up front.

As I was waiting, standing on line minding my own business the wacko (trust me he was) behind me keeps getting closer (you know when someone steps into your personal space) so I take a step, he takes another step. Repeat for about 5 times. Finally I am next then wacko boy starts reading the cover of the book. All of it. Crazy Aunt Purl's Drunk, Divorced & Covered in Cat Hair - The true life misadventures of a 30-something who learned how to knit after he split. Laurie Perry aka Crazy Aunt Purl. He said all that out loud right behind me. The he asks am I divorced. Can you believe this guy. As I was telling him I am happily married I was called next. I sprinted to the cashier. As he was ringing me up the wacko kept getting closer. I mentioned this guy to the cashier and told him what happened. He announced loudly that to stop bothering the people on line and to get behind the sign. Everyone heard the cashier and wacko boy was embarrassed. I thank the cashier and got my butt out of there.

The wackos always seem to find me

Now I am off to clean up after my girl (and play with)



shewolfy said...

Well handled! Nice job- those nutjobs are a real pain in the posterior. By the way, I thought the book was funny.

heather said...

Spooky- the same thing happened to me at the library one day. I noticed this guy everywhere I went. I started randomly walking around and dodging around the aisles to see if he was following and he was. I was so freaked, I told the librarian and she walked me to my car. It was scary.

Anyway- don't you love the book!!!

Jill said...

Wow. That is annoying, huh? What a weirdo. Some people just don't understand the concept of personal space, I guess. Those crazies find me, too. :)