I tried returning a mircowave at Wal-Mart yesterday. That's not a big deal. The part that got me was when a guy walked up to me who was about my height, shaved head, looked like he hadn't taken a bath in forever, and who's stomach hung out of his shirt.
He walked straight up to me as I waited in line and said something like, "I wish you didn't have a home! I wish you didn't live in a home!"
At first I laughed because I thought I might know him, but I looked into those dark eyes and nope, he was serious. I think he brought up guns or something of that nature in his rant. I stopped listening.
I turned around, but turned again after a few seconds.
"So, how's your day going?" I asked.
"It was going fine till you started talking."
I laughed a little. "Guess I'll stop talking."
"Hahahaha." I've never heard a laugh that sounded so much like a sneer.
This little episode showed me just how hate-filled some people are (or drunk, I'll give the benefit of a doubt). All I did was stand in line and this guy came out of nowhere and wished I was living on the streets?
Some people. Oh well.
Friday, May 1, 2009
"I wish you didn't have a home!"
Posted by Jamin at 5:44 AM
Labels: life, This and That
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5 comments:
Oh... I'm so sorry. I hope that doesn't happen again. In the one time I've ever talked with a drunk person, I can say I've never experienced something like that. Ouch.
He sounds like he'd make a good story character, though.
Echoes in ink,
C.
Wow, that whole encounter just sounds bizarre.
I would have walked away...people like that scare me!
This would have freaked me out. NOt sure what was up with him....
The whole encounter will probably come up in many illustrations in articles in the future :)
It wasn't that bad, though it's hard to strike up a conversation with someone who's sure you deserve something to happen to you.
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